apologies for previous email that I am in distress and need help- darn hackers

Someone has hacked my email and I apologize to anyone who received a previous email telling them I was stranded in Europe. Please be assured I am fine, and I apologize especially to people who have no idea I am, and just happened to be listed in my "contacts".
Embarassing :-[
Stac

Stacee's thing a day 2

continuing my story....

The week before she turns 13.  At times she feels the excitement will overwhelm her. A teenager, she muses, and then speaks it aloud, “I will be a teenager”.  She laughs and hugs herself. As she continues packing she can’t help allowing fantasies of that magical number to take over her thoughts. Maybe her mother will finally allow her to wear makeup, or even better, maybe she will get to go to the mall with her friends unsupervised. She zips her duffle bag closed and then stands in front of her mirror. With a guilty look to the closed door, she turns to the side and pushes her chest out. Cupping her hands she holds them under her non existant breasts, giggling and imagining waking on her birthday to discover her boobs grew overnight. A quick glance at her clock tells her that Kristie will be here any minute to pick her up. Blowing her reflection what she thinks is a sexy “teenager” kiss (whatever THAT means) she grabs her bag, sleeping bag and stuffed bear named Blackie then heads to the living room to wait.

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…

 

 

 

Testing

Here's a test from my iPhone to see if this works!

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About

Hi there. I'm married and a mom of two! I'm a children's writer (picture books), and working my butt off to hone my craft and constantly improve.
Looking forward the "thing a day" challenge!
Please don't hesitate to say hi!
Hugs
Stac