parts of a short story-in-progress . . .
Red coals glow among gray ashes in the fireplace. A log tumbles and sparks flame into an orange blaze. Suddenly the room is filled with a warm, tranquil atmosphere. I don’t feel warm or calm, right now. But I realize why I came back to San Saba. I came to end something . . . so that I can begin my life anew. Without Whit.
From this day forward . . . without you, Whit Langley, I promise–I’ll get by.
© Copyright, 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols
(from my short story or novelette)
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Freeda Baker Nichols 
You are definitely a writer!
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I appreciate that, L.Diane Wolfe.
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Looking forward to the finished Novel
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Wish I could hurry the process.
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That’s a familiar paragraph! Your title grabbed me because I have blog ideas bubbling up faster than I can write them. That’s good in one way. I’ll have several posts to to choose from, but bad in that Thomas isn’t getting taken care of!
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My own story waits much of the time and that’s the reason for my title in today’s post. But I love to blog, and maybe I can do both!
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