An Excerpt of a Short Story, some of which made it into my novel...
Kill your darlings, Stephen King says, when talking about deleting some of your loveliest words. This space is for my darlings.
TO MAKE A BABY
I ran on the treadmill as if my life depended on it. As if the sheer force of my movements could somehow act as a barrier to the cacophony of thoughts that streamlined through my head. It didn’t work. The conversation before I left the house kept running through my mind.
After the workout, my steps lead me towards my favourite bakery. Just a moment’s hesitation, then, as the wonderful aroma of baked bread hits me, my eyes wandered over to the flapjacks and bread selection. Not enough sugar. I stopped at the tempting over-sized muffins and huge chocolate chip cookies. Don’t they say sugar is a good antidote for shock?