Linda Burklin grew up telling stories in Africa before earning her degree in English. She has taught writing for over 20 years, and has authored a memoir, many short stories, and 7 novels. Her passion is YA speculative fiction.
Don Kouris stopped dead in his tracks when he realized what he was seeing. Three thugs from his university football team: Aaron Frick, Ben Huber, and Josh Smith. They were beating up a young man he didn’t recognize. Don just wanted to get to his car and drive home to his sister, but his car was between him and the altercation, which meant he’d have to run toward it. Maybe they wouldn’t notice him.
Clutching my locket in my hand, I looked down on the idyllic scene. “I made it, Mom,” I said. One of the few things I’d taken from home was my mother’s silver heart-shaped locket. Inside was a wedding photo of her and Dad on one side, and a photo of me and my siblings on the other. Having them with me comforted me, and I talked to them all the time. It’s not like I had anyone else to talk to. Everyone I ever cared about had died.
Fabric + Scissors + Sewing Machine = Magic
Ever since I was a young child, I have loved reading and creating stories about magic. Who doesn’t long for wishes to come true? Who hasn’t wished on a star—or a wishbone? I may not have a magic wand, but sewing has provided me with abundant magic over the years.