Chapter 14: If I Could Write You

I stared down at the paper. Nothing but a blank, white surface. Like my life now, my future. I couldn’t fathom stepping into that blankness, of moving on. Of moving beyond my last moments with him. All I had left of him was this: a task to show the world the brother, the friend, the…

Chapter 11: Dandelion Fluff

As requested (by my only reader, Amy) here is a chapter I just wrote today. You should know, however, that this chick lit/suspense novel isn’t really your regular bucket of soup judging from your blog. Enjoy. Chapter 11 I floated in oblivion, a nothingness so deep and profound that it seemed to coat my entire…

Chapter 10: Counting

Just like that my world changed. I hid under my covers. Counted every breath until the sun rose: 4,615 breaths. Breaths he would never take. Breaths separating us. On breath 2,389 my little sister called. We didn’t talk, just breathed together, the phone connecting us—a tenuous connection for the tenuousness of life. And then on…