Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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The Song Beneath the Earth
Alana opened her eyes to the sound of locusts, their steady rhythm pulling her back from dreams. Dampness clung to her skin, dew beading on the grass and ferns around her. Cold seeped from the earth into her spine until she shivered. Just breathe, she thought, a small, silent command. Listen to the earth.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
When Blossoms Turn to Snow
Morning came softly, a pale warmth creeping through the tall windows and settling across the stone floor like a living thing. The light should have brought comfort, but in this chamber it fell like a veil. Shadows clung to the corners, lengthened by the steady rise and fall of a child’s chest.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
Where the River Darkens
The old wooden bridge echoed each step as the heel of my black leather boots tapped the slats that spanned the winter-cold river below. I let my fingers trail the railing—habit, comfort, curiosity—feeling for the cool heads of the iron nails sunk like stars in the weathered wood. Splinters pricked where the grain had lifted, sharp as little teeth. Each sting made me lift and set my hand again, like a pianist searching for the right key.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
Between Sleep and Waking
In the early hours, twilight still thick in the blinds, I rolled toward the shadow of my husband of twenty years. Even in half-darkness, I knew his features: black hair framing his lips and eyes, Spanish nose, French jaw. Steady. Familiar.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
