Oh, There Was Harm Indeed

It's A Funny Thing, Character, The Way It Brands People As They Age, Rising From Within To Leave Its Scar.

Adults Weren’t Supposed To Understand Their Children And You Were Doing Something Wrong If They Did.

She Hadn't Wanted To Be Loved Carefully, Only Well.

Cassandra Wondered At The Mind's Cruel Ability To Toss Up Flecks Of The Past. Why, As She Neared Her Life's End, Her Grandmother's Head Should Ring With The Voices Of People Long Since Gone. Was It Always This Way? Did Those With Passage Booked On Death's Silent Ship Always Scan The Dock For Faces Of The Long-departed?

I Love The Structural Part Of The Writing Process.