I've made a good investment, Therese thought, hanging up the phone. She scribbled a note: “A.Z. incapable of imagining alternatives. Only wants to change the past. Impossible.”
Crossing the room in six swift steps, Therese's thoughts outpaced her: To some degree they're all oppressed by the weather. The gray cloud dome forces us back in on ourselves.
Her hand hesitated above the light switch.
Sylvie is the exception. She's able to imagine/recall the light beyond the darkness, always finds something for which to be grateful. She knows the secret.
Therese flipped the switch. Full-spectrum light filled the room.
Crossing the room in six swift steps, Therese's thoughts outpaced her: To some degree they're all oppressed by the weather. The gray cloud dome forces us back in on ourselves.
Her hand hesitated above the light switch.
Sylvie is the exception. She's able to imagine/recall the light beyond the darkness, always finds something for which to be grateful. She knows the secret.
Therese flipped the switch. Full-spectrum light filled the room.
