Story awaitingOctober 10, 2010
That night, she dreamed whispers and excerpts dispatched across the water that wrapped the city. As she slept, she saw singing and dancing, small flashes of bright light, a long car sliding up to a curb.
When she awoke, the story awaited her, laid out sentence by sentence on her nightstand. Somewhere in it, an untraditional girl wanted traditional things.