2018-08-02 00:00:00
Angel Talk
From: BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog
A guest post by Melissa Ballard:
Iâm sitting at my desk, getting ready to write.
Translation: Iâm checking Facebook.
I hear a rustle, followed by a sigh, and I see movement out of the corner of my eye. When I look up there is a tall, slim woman with spiky blonde hair lounging on my upholstered chaise. She is wearing black Vans, ripped jeans, and a black t-shirt with âRabid Feministâ in white letters. Her scent is that of excellent coffee; the to-go cup sheâs holding must be from the Slow Train Cafe.
Read more at BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog.
