A Story: Room One
They won’t let me have my cloak back, but the nurse hangs it from a hook I can see from the tiny window in my door. One of the orderlies always touches the red velvet every time he goes by. I shall tell Wolf.
Do you know Story-a-Day in May?
I’m struggling through exam week at work, moving into a house (our first house ever!), getting my son ready for regional speed skate competition, illustrating a children’s book, helping promote Plum Tree Books, and doing laundry, washing dishes, paying bills, walking the dogs…you know, living like everyone else.
But I love Story-a-Day.
I’ll post them–in all their first draft horror–here, and–because I like to have a theme to keep on track–the stories will come from the Fairy Tale Asylum. The inmates, so to speak.
Join me please!