Purest Fiction: Tabloid Headlines—Threatened
Purest Fiction: Tabloid Headlines—Threatened
The author sat in a plywood chair with her back to the window.
Traffic flickered in her peripheral vision. Was that a turquoise blur? She shifted, too late to confirm it, and laundry curling in the dryers like surf mesmerized her weary attention.
Rising from the chair, she paced, shaking her head. It was past time to shift images and settings for her work. She knew the urge to write would never leave and no matter where she went, something reminded her of her early tales. If she began a story staged in a hill town, would things change again?