Tag: fiction

Reading. Something we do every day, in many ways. We read street signs, we read directions, we read texts and emails, we read instructions on everything from setting up a baby crib to how your manager wants you to approach a new project.

As an author, I read all the time. My own work ("that was awful" – delete!), other people’s work (endlessly), even my wine bottle. Ah yes, my new fav is a wine is labeled "Well-Read!" I kid you not, the label is a painting of a cozy nook with shelves of books—how could I resist?!

He couldn’t put it off any longer. With shaking hands, Luke sat on the edge of his bed, his back to the mirror, and unfolded the spiral notebook paper. At the top, written in what was undoubtedly Natalie’s handwriting, it said: "The day I’m buried."

Underneath was a block of writing, the looping letters so familiar it was like she was whispering in his ear as he read.

Dear Luke,