The first teaser from All Things Between! I *just* started writing, so forgive the lack of polish.
“The space between has always reminded me of summer nights in the south.
My parents used to let me spend a week each year in Louisiana with my grandfather. He was a tall man with a cocked smile and glittering eyes, and he was crazy. Or my parents thought he was. If they were right, then now I’m crazy too. I wear his rings and my mother looks at me like I’ve inherited his disease instead of his jewelry.
I remember my grandfather leaning over the balcony with a cigarette and an accent full of smoke and edges and yet so smooth. Rich. His eyes and his mouth were always smiling. I remember, too, the way he handled things, lifted them so carefully, as if each object had a life, a history, (as I later learned it did). And his sharp knuckles knotting around the three stacked rings. But what I remember most were the nights. The thick air and the heavy dark.
That’s what it’s like in the space between.”