Prologue / Chapter I / Chapter II
The second half of this chapter, delayed by summer travels, will follow later in the month.
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Sometime later, Susan awoke in the dim shadows. A faint crack of light shone beneath the curtain in the window-well. She rolled over, kicking at the heavy quilts. Her throat burnt, and blood thundered in her head.
This is along the same lines as my last entry. It’s a little darker; James is most definitely a child. But you may consider this and the previous story a matching pair in experimental writing:
James was excited–had had his own helium balloon–he had always wanted one.
He had seen them in the shops, crowded in their cages up by the ceiling. He had always wondered who bought them– who liberated them from their fluorescent prisons, pushed up against lights, corralled together? When he had asked his mother what they were for, and why they never bought one, she had always told him that people who had more money than affection bought them to make up for the time they hadn’t spent with their families. James had just assumed that that was a fancy way of saying that she couldn’t afford to buy him one at the time. He had been right.
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