Saturday night I dreamed I had a beautiful house, in the woods, filled with happy children … until the bear appeared ... inside the house. I was the only adult in the place. It was up to me to protect everyone. Okay, you say, but what does this have to do with writing? This dream… Continue reading Dreaming the truth …
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The power of three
Before Renee could say anything more, anything about Meredith, Jalal took off at a run, heading back home. Passing not another soul along the empty street, he cut across the bridge and wound through the lanes, every house looming dark and silent, every pounding step echoing from the vacant spaces, every heartbeat taking him down… Continue reading The power of three
Linda Cassidy Lewis 