My identity was as much a mystery as where I was or how I got here. A deep buzzing sounded, vibrating through my bones. Even breathing made me dizzy in the thin air. Small rocks pressed into my back, but otherwise, the ground was somewhat soft, like sand or powder. I tried to sit up,Continue reading “Identity”
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Snowdrifts and Echoes
*”Snowdrifts and Echoes” was written in response to a Reedsy.com prompt: “Write about two people going sledding for the first time in many years.” Authors note: As a writing exercise, I tried incorporating all five Reedsy Prompts for the week. My other inspiration was memories. Sometimes they are like echoes, and other times they buildContinue reading “Snowdrifts and Echoes”