Have you ever sat to write, imagined the character you’re writing about and wondered why on earth they’re doing what they’re doing?
Their acts are so beyond your understanding that it seems impossible to write. Yet somehow you have to.
|My road ahead looks clear. I wonder where that bend will take me?|
|I'm getting to know the shadows in my head again.|
The walls shook as the front door slammed. My heart jumped into my throat.
He was home.
I put on my mask and smiled as he walked into the kitchen. But something had happened, he glared and the anger in his eyes burned my skin. I fought back the tears.
"I told you the drive needed clearing!" He said.