Grace A. T.
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I've been a writer since I was little, but, over the years, I've slipped away from the practice. I am hoping to use this platform to motivate myself to get back to the hobby that I used to love so much!
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Chapter I of II It is quiet. So quiet I can hear myself breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. How funny that the body does this on its own. Wrapped up to my chin in my warm, winter coat, I look at the digital clock in my car. 8:45 p.m. The numbers had read "8:25 p.m." when I'd first pulled up to my house, parking on the street in front where there is a space between two mounds of snow just big enough for my car to fit. I know that the time is wrong--an hour too fast since daylight savings ended--but that doesn't change the fact that I've been sitting in the driver's seat for twenty minutes, car parked and engine still running.
By Grace A. T.4 years ago in Families
