The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Something in the world shifted. I know that’s a shit description, pardon my unladylike language, but I don’t know how else to say it. It was like an earthquake that didn’t disturb a single blade of grass, an eclipse that didn’t cast a single shadow, a vast but invisible change. A sudden breeze plucked the edge of the diary. It smelled of salt and warm stone and a dozen faraway scents that did not belong in a scrubby field beside the Mississippi.I tucked my diary back in my skirts and stood. My legs shivered beneath me like birch trees in … Continue reading The Ten Thousand Doors of January