All tagged Lonely

First Lines, 03/01/18

First lines of the novel I was unable to write today:

"She'd never been the jealous type. But, more and more, she found herself experiencing that unfamiliar, involuntary twinge. It wasn't about trust. She was jealous of the people who got to see her every day…”

First Lines, 10/13/13

First lines of the novel I won't be writing today:

"He was a widower. A widower... That word — three empty syllables, three pennies tossed into a well — never attached to him, as a self-identifier. Widower, like a used band-aid. He struggled against it, like man versus crocodile. Widower.

Since the accident, he'd heard that word three times…”