Everything is a blur. The only thing in focus is the other car; the car I hit. No, the car I smashed into. Stupid. I’m so stupid. What was I thinking?
Category: Fiction Fridays
Fiction Fridays: Excerpts from a Very Rough Draft
This excerpt is from a book that I started working on almost 10 years ago. At the moment I call the book ‘A Work of Heart.’ Perhaps that title will remain, perhaps not. It still has a lot of love to go into it before it is done, but it…