I Would Like To Tell You That

Part Of The Creative Process For Me Is An Invitation For Readers To Follow Their Imagination.

Each Time I Told My Story, I Lost A Bit, The Smallest Drop Of Pain.

He Was Beginning To Understand: You Were Treated Special And, Later, Something Horrible Would Be Told To You.

Like A Medical Procedure,' Ruth Said. 'intricate Surgery Is Needed To Patch Up The Planet.

I Was In The Air Around Him. I Was In The Cold Mornings He Had Now. I Was In The Quiet Time He Spent Alone. I Was The Girl He Had Chosen To Kiss. He Wanted, Somehow To Set Me Free. -susie Salmon