Last week I wrote over five thousand words in a story about dreams, second chances, and love. The story had potential but, in my hands, if failed. It came out fake. Frustrated, I closed my laptop, brought out my notebook, and wrote the first three words that came to mind: “I” “Miss” “You” It took […]
Prose
Not the healing kind – short prose
Not the healing kind By Ada Ireland “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” the battle-scarred warrior said to me. It was supposed to be an encouragement, but it came out sounding like an order. “This too shall pass,” the wise man added. A hint of pity and knowing melancholy tinged his voice. I […]