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.
She chased away those thoughts by watching social cues among strangers, at the mall and in public parks.
And that worked, to some degree. But she missed her. Actively, not passively. She ached for a return to normalcy."
— Damien Willis
March 1, 2018