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I wanted to share some good news with you. My short story, A Blush of Hope, is now available on Amazon Kindle Unlimited for free.
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I fell in love with Nick Bantock’s Griffin and Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondence. When the book came out back in 1991, I remember seeing it at a local bookstore and picked it up as I wanted to go on a journey and experience something that I had never done before.
You see, Bantock’s book is unique in that it’s not only filled with amazing artwork, but he tells the story of how Griffin and Sabine correspond with each other through letters. Bantock designed the letters and you’re able to pull them out of an envelope and read the words as though you’re taking part in their correspondence yourself.
Lady Gregory adjusted her broach, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. A second knock on the door frustrated her, and glanced over her shoulder and mumbled, “I’m coming.”
She took one last look at herself.
“Let’s hope this one’s better than the last three.” She made her way across the room and turned into the hallway toward the front door. She did not rush, but walked at her normal place.
Cinderella put down her glass and turned away so that Henri couldn’t see her blush.
“No, it’s true. You are beautiful.” He edged closer to her, but stopped right before touching her hand.
“My sisters used to call me scrawny and make fun of me because of how tall I was as a kid.” Cinderella glanced back at him and let a bit of her pain show. “They used to call me a scarecrow and would mock me by walking behind me with their arms up in the air and a grimace on their faces.”
Cinderella grabbed her coat and hurried toward the door. She turned away to hide the tears in her eyes.
“Mom, do you need some help in bringing in some wood?” Her daughter Phoebe had her feet propped up on a chair right up close to the fireplace. The fire crackled, and a spark shot out to the right of her foot. She put her book down and glanced back over her shoulder.
