How is it some words seem to hang in the air? Once spoken, they develop a life of their own, their presence growing from a secret pondering to an ominous being, larger than anything else in the room.
I know what sustains them: the very breath sucked from shocked lungs.
Cathy is a temporarily out of work bookkeeper, taking a little time off to play in the fields of words and exercise the other half of her brain.
Very apt as this has just happened to me! I could not have expressed this in five hundred words let alone 50. Great truthful writing.
Hope you are back to keeping books real soon.
Enjoyed your story, so true.
JT