Monday, March 2, 2009

Excerpt: Tuesday's 1-liner

And when it was over, her heartbeat descended familiar steps from race pace to calm. Breaths full, precious. The remaining pages of her psyche still fluttered in slow motion to the floor. The window sheers – moments ago wild ghosts – gracefully righted themselves, in a whisper returning to vertical. Shhhh.

She moved her feet and rediscovered her white cotton socks. Somehow, they had traveled with her into ecstasy and returned.