What can YOU say in six sentences?
The other day I was looking for something to read—not that there isn’t plenty of fascinating material online, but this time I wanted something to hold in my hands.
Don’t you ever miss the feel of holding someone’s creativity in your very hands, knowing as a writer the sweat, heart and angst that the author pours into his/her craft?
In any case, I chose a book from the shelf and fanned its pages―catching that magical, musty whiff of which I am so fond. Bonus: dog-eared corners and words anonymously smudged by old fingerprints.
Between the pages and close to the middle of the book was a brown, dried-up daisy.
It was the heart-stopping, memory-wrenching daisy that was once as alive and vibrant as the person who had given it to me.