"There was, between two busy boulevards, a blind alley where grapevines and rosehips and dandelion bushes had long since taken over the edges of the disorderly back courtyards."
Gifts To My Blog Patrons
At the end of every month, I dive into my pile of drafts to dust off ~1000 words of fiction to share with my patrons. (Why 1000 words? So that it will be a quick & easy read!) I'll also include some notes at the end explaining why I originally wrote the piece, how I'm feeling about it, and maybe some other feedback I've received on it.
"There is a balcony, high up, against a mountain of bricks. I am still little. The man brings out bags of earth and fills in the boxes. He plants little flowers. I have never seen flowers grow up."