Chapter 3"Ah, Shell, just in time." he says as I walk through the front door. "Arlene, my dar-ling" he sings high to get her attention from the other room. Mother comes in and takes a sweeping assessment of the situation; I have just come home, Henry is done with pre-dinner snack and she is hungry. All is well in her world today. Monday's are his day off and he makes us pre-dinner snacks in hopes of making a new appetizer for his menu. His restaurant is named
I'm working on a story. I have never written anything long before and I'm hoping to post sections of it on the forums when I feel ready.
If you would like to post comments (constructive criticism) please keep the following in mind:
Some of my real feelings and experiences will be intermixed in the story I am writing, so please tread softly (no mean posts about subject matter), as "I have spread my fears under you feet; Tread softly because you tread on my fears"