Stacee's thing a day 2
the first post
I generally write children's books, but decided to use this outlet to work on my short stories.
Here is the first part of a story in progress. (I'm posting as I write it, so it may be very small portions at a time, and it's in rough draft form.)
Can this be a coincidence? Annie wondered again, staring at the glowing blue face of her wristwatch, as she lie in the darkened confines of the van’s interior. Staring at the watch and smelling the old familiar smells of suntan lotion and pine. And just under those, that sharp copper smell.
Can this be a coincidence?
The Annie-of-the-now in the van thought back to the Annie-of-the-then in the van. Same setting, same soft blue glow from her watch, same smells. She can remember everything leading up to that moment in time with perfect clarity, although she hasn't thought about it in years. Years of pretending it didn't happen, years of knowing that it did.
She knows she can't deny the memory this time. The force of it threatens to tear her apart, so she lets it take her.
And she’s there again…