Purest Fiction: Offensive Apostrophe
Purest Fiction: Offensive Apostrophe
When she walked back to the bureau and delved in the suitcase for her bag of pens and pencils, she scraped her knuckles on her “souvenirs.” Despite what she’d told Ed O’Connor, there were rocks in her luggage. A palm-sized lump of pink and gray granite came from the Continental Divide.
One dark jaggedly fractured chunk of stone commemorated a trip to an island in Lake Huron. When she pulled out the flattest fragment, picked up on Mount Washington, mica glared in the harsh light. Would she add Pennsylvania bluestone?