Please Hurry Leave Me (Excerpt)

Now, gaunt, and always coughing. Each hint of light turning his skin bright rash-red. As he sleeps the disease works its way through his veins.

Metaphor

There is no conclusion here, just a long unbroken thread of related thoughts hanging over my writing like an overworked metaphor.

Scarlett red petals

I need space from him, she says, taking a step back and pinning her hand under her chin as she cranes her neck up to examine the painting.

Motivation

In the short story I’m writing the central piece of feedback I keep getting is that readers don’t understand the character’s motivation for starting wildfires.

two snippets inspired by NY

just to keep writing.

Sunflower in Continual Bloom