Coming Home

This is the title to the best piece of literature I have ever written….or so I was told that by a writer friend of mine. It has only one chapter and remains unfinished, hidden from view. To my knowledge, only 5 people have read it, that number could even be smaller if my memory serves me incorrectly.

Consider this a place holder page, where I will post it when I get the guts to. It’s a brutally honest look into the life of a character I created, but I have discovered is so much more like me than I ever thought she was. When I am not such a ninny, I will be sure and share it.

“Running through the night, I find my solitude. Feet hitting the pavement, heart pounding, skin sweating. It allows me to think about my past, present and future; my mad desire to have them intertwine overwhelming me……

…..He grins, I melt. It’s our normal routine.”

Eventually, I’ll give you the middle, but it took some serious balls to post just that part.