[Starr Ayers] Love Letters
I can still hear the rumble of the mailman’s car and the screech of its brakes as it pulls in front of our house, the scrape of the mailbox’s rusty hinges when opened, and the hollow metal twang as it slams shut. As the car pulls away, I see my younger self racing down the drive, hoping to find an envelope addressed to me, a letter from someone I love.
In His Love, Linda Thompson
Dear New Reading Friend, Although my daily work is weaving words, they’re inadequate to express how thrilled I am to meet you via this first novel! We writers toil away in the silence of our “writing garrets,” literally for years, in the hope of having the experience I’m having right now—seeing our stories meet readers…
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