Fiction Friday (the second)

Heart beats. Faster. Faster. Faster. It feels like a racing, fluttering, thing trying to escape from her chest. Breath shortens, lungs tight and full, but starving. Palms tingle and sprout beads of moisture, fingers cold and clenched. Brittany can’t see anything but the closet door. The dresser next to it, the bed to her left.Continue reading “Fiction Friday (the second)”

Fiction Friday (the first)

I’ve had some ideas for books – fiction and non-fiction circling in my head. I never actually share them with other people or even really write them down. An idea I had today (or awhile ago, who knows, they always seem to run around and around on a loop and never get pulled out andContinue reading “Fiction Friday (the first)”