Which One Am I— a Blogger or a Writer?

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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