fiction, new from the book

new from the book #12

over halfway done with the rough first draft with this chapter. hooray.

“Willie waited until he tiptoed up the stairs to his own little room before he lit a candle. In the dim light, he winced as he sat on his bed. Whatever it was in his pocket had cut his leg. He pulled it out. The tiny sharp knife had a funny angled edge on a long handle, intricately carved. Near the join of blade and handle there was a monogram. Willie squinted and tried to make letters out of the fancy script and vines. JGS.”


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