Thursday, April 30, 2015


So far, two nights in a row, I've started out not knowing what to write, and have typed, sort of automatic writing, "There's nothing...."

Katie walks into the kitchen, complaining of sore feet. "I think I have bone spurs," she says, examining them as if they've betrayed her.

"What are bone spurs?" she asks, looking up.

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