Susannah Bruck
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Tangled in Talons
My first memory is a terrifying one: I took a step, and began hurtling toward the ground. My heart raced, I cried out, and then suddenly, I was airborne—for a second. My wings felt stiff, alien, like they weren’t attached to my body at all. Soon, I crashed to the ground and had to struggle to right myself, my whole body smarting from the impact.
By Susannah Bruckabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets We Bury
Tuesdays are for memory hunting. It’s the only day of the week Gino can spare me at the restaurant. If he could get away with working me 365 days a year, I know he would. Gino doesn’t believe in holidays, or so he says. Personally, I think he can’t stand to lock people out on Thanksgiving, but maybe I’m giving him too much credit. Jeannie says I always look for the best in people.
By Susannah Bruck3 years ago in Humans