We all wanted the same thing, and I was one of the first ones taken off the rack. A brand new scrunchy. Like the others, I was white decorated with a red emblem. I was edged with a fine, though lengthy, lace trim. A woman bought me and took me to her home. I was so excited to see the world.
The most amazing wonderful thing happened with Wee One this morning.
One day while E.C. was planning a small baby caper
She felt something odd in her diaper di diaper.
“No one was sure why or how the Swedish fish first arrived, but from that point forward, things were different.*”
As part of my 52/52 challenge for 2016, I wanted to enter a writing competition before the end of the year, and so I have been working on a story pretty vigorously. Also, since I decided to try my hand at writing more seriously, some time ago, I joined an online author critique community.
I hate the way,
I feel I have naught to say.
I want to report today’s events
But it wasn’t exciting, no suspense
I miss the mountains and woodsy air
And struggle with feeling so lost from where
(I want to be)
‘Tis a time of change, these autumn days
Present-minded in them, may I stay
The young Ember grew among the clouds. One unexpected night, he descended to a Shanghai beach, his memories slipping away. He struggled against the loss, even after he stopped remembering why.