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This Human Condition Sneak Peek
As we’re nearing the end of the creation process, I’m getting more and more excited. I’m ready to share the anthology with the world, but there are still things to be tweaked and perfected. In the meantime, though, I thought I’d give you a sneak peek at the cover art. The image was taken by one of the contributing writers, TS Harrington, who happens to also be a talented fashion photographer and a firefighter- as well as a pretty great sister (but of course, I’m biased, since she’s mine!)
You can check out more of her photography over at Vero Beach Photography. And now, without further ado, the cover:
On a more personal note, my sister and I will be attending the True Blood Ultimate Fan Experience in Royal Palm Beach tonight. I freely admit that I’m completely addicted to the show, as is she- so tonight is shaping up to be a pretty exciting outing for us. I’m sure you’ll hear about it soon!
Flash Fiction: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
I just finished my piece for the SheWrites group. I hope you enjoy!
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
“It’s an odd situation,” he admitted. “I wasn’t really sure how to react.”
He tucked a strand of long brown hair behind his ear, taking a drag off his cigarette. He wanted to say more, but either couldn’t or wouldn’t.
“I know,” I agreed, hoping I hadn’t caused him too much pain. “But I didn’t know what else to do. I mean, you’re always out of town. I never see you, you never call. I felt like I didn’t exist to you.”
His laugh was short; a forced exhalation of air, as if he’d been punched in the gut.
“Oh, you exist. You always will.”
I wondered if he was going to cry; I didn’t think I could handle it if he did.
“Better as friends,” I said, smiling and capturing his hand in mine. “Always friends.”
“Yes. Friends.”
He smiled then, flashing the boyish grin that had drawn me in so many months ago. His brown eyes danced.
“And,” he said, “we’ll always have the great story about how you broke up with my answering machine.”
I laughed, nodding my agreement. We walked hand in hand back to the party, where my date waited anxiously.