December already. Evelyn sat at her impeccable desk in her neat library in her well-cared for home. She was, she thought, just going through the motions of life at this point. Even the prospect of the upcoming holidays, that she once loved,
Category: Short Story
Provoking the Muse She woke groggily. One eye opened to see that the sun had not yet broken over the horizon. No, she thought, just no. She snuggled deeper into the blankets, nuzzling down into the soft pillow. She closed her eyes. There had been a