A work in progress: Prodigal Seasons (Autumn Writing Challenge Day 3)

Below is the start of a story I was writing and includes some snippets from my writers note book (click to zoom in)… 

Angel wings sparkle bright above the young writer. At a typewriter in an old attic, in an old town, in an old country he sits. Beams of light shine onto the paper. Physically unaware of this sacred moment he sighs.

“How can I tell my story?”

He starts to write…

Spring: Bluebells bloom. The sun shines light through the trees. “I am young”, he thinks.”But I’m penniless.” He stops a moment and leans…


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