Cynthia Day had a lot on her mind. Doctors had found a vascular malformation in her brain. Doctors told her it was nothing to worry about. In the back of her mind she did worry. Her Grandfather had the exact vascular formation in his posterior fossa, and she wondered if this was the cause of hisContinue reading “Perpetual Motion”
Cynthia Day held her Grandfather’s hand as he spoke. She knew that he would one day forget her name, or that they even had this conversation. “I am just going to enjoy this moment as long as I can,” her Grandfather said. “Me too. Grandpa, I love you.” “I love you so much too, dearContinue reading “A Portrait of Dementia”
She walked onto the stage, as the casting director called her name. You could see the whole world in her eyes, if only you would look into them for a minute. Her eyes glistened and you could almost see the pain in her eyes, bind the tears. It was what had brought her to this moment.Continue reading “Audition”
I will be writing a short story daily on this blog. I want to focus on improving my craft, and I think this will help do that. Please do not hesitate, to give me constructive criticism. I welcome it and am trying to learn as much as I can, from as many people as I can.