Another week, more sentences. Less than I wanted but more than nothing. Stories are built little by little, word by word. I remind myself to have patience.
- 12/16: Or she didn’t and it was just another casualty we didn’t talk about.
- 12/17: There had to be another way.
- 12/18: She was always a nice girl.
- 12/19: She pushed the mug across the table.
- 12/20: She held out the chapstick.
- 12/21: Don’t pretend.
- 12/22: There wasn’t a seat for her — not anymore.
With Love,
Natalie