Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Keys to the Lost House

Or "Key Moments," my story in The Writer's Eye magazine:

"I FEEL NOTHING," Aisha thought, letting go of the ropes as her swing approached its maximum height. “I touch nothing.”

But she didn’t launch into flight. She didn’t even fall to the ground. Instead, she remained firmly attached to the wooden board as it swung backwards between the two pine trees and over the patch of wildflowers, dandelions and forget-me-nots. Holding her arms straight into the air outside of the ropes, her legs tightly tucked underneath the board and bare feet touching the rough wood, Aisha closed her eyes until she swung upwards again.


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