Erika Williams
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The Attic
2023 It was morning. I was thankful. I am best in the morning. The sunlight streams into the parlor and it reaches the darkest corners of my mind, where the memories are locked. Not just memories of moments but of words, places, and time. Like Tuesday. The sunlight tickled the part of my brain that knew today was Tuesday. If you had asked me yesterday evening when the darkness started to surround me with that cool-pink tint November sunsets have, I never could have said what day it was.
By Erika Williams2 years ago in Fiction
The Senator's (ex) Wife
Ellie Worthington woke with a start. She was vaguely aware of a loud, relentless noise. She was acutely aware that her head felt like an anvil was sitting on it. “Ooooh,” Ellie said as she placed her palm to her forehead. As she sat up, it became clear to her that the noise was her phone. She would have ignored it entirely if the ringing wasn’t piercing through her like a hot knife through butter. Ellie fumbled for the phone receiver on her nightstand.
By Erika Williams4 years ago in Fiction
