She traced edges, her finger jagged and unsteady, the mystifying way ahead bending corners. Sometimes, closing her eyes, it uncovered crystal life images she'd never seen. Why did life take so long to explain? Why was she taking so long to understand? Turning to passages, writings between edges, their uncertainty, it was, maybe, the point. ©August 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.