Below is a paragraph from the novel I am writing. I hope you enjoy it! Vivian sat impatiently behind the wheel as her mom adjusted the bags of yarn in the back seat as if they were as fragile as glass. Vivian’s fingers tapped on the steering wheel with anxious energy. Anticipation surged within herContinue reading “FICTITIOUS FRIDAY : A Little bit of Vivian”
Stuck in time, forgotten and unwanted, the sad porcelain clown sits waiting to be chosen.