When Shadows Dance
Mine is a story of trust, inspiration, and hope for all women. I wrote the story while going through a terrible tragedy in my life.
A domestic abuse situation. Writers often find themselves inspired most by a personal experience. As you read this, you will see that my deepest feelings seem to have poured out on the pages with such clarity, that the reader (YOU) believes you are right there watching the whole thing unravel. I challenge you to “see for yourself”. It’s a great fantasy story that bursts forward with excitement, funny and thrilling adventures, and it has a pleasant conclusion, as two lonely people begin to open their hearts. First she must learn to trust her puppy (who already plays with mysterious shadow’s everyday in their home). Then she must learn to trust a stranger all over again. And then, there’s the shadows. Can TRUST find it's way back to her heart after domestic abuse?
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Meeting the Shadow
Scruffy Dog Attack
Asking it questions backyard barking bedroom bedside table beside my bedside beside the bedside clock which stood couldn’t crazy darted didn’t know dinner doesn’t downstairs everything fon/vard frown and wondered girlfriend Kathy going grand old grandfather grand old grandfather’s grandfather clock’s shadow he’d headed hesitant husband invited my girlfriend jumped kitchen knew laughed living room looked mirror’s shadow music to listen neighborhood night noticed nudge nursing home old grandfather clock’s old grandfather’s clock old woman parents Past Owner playing police puppy radio replied scare Scruffy Dog seemed seen the shadow shadow bounced shadow could move shadow just stood shadow moving shadow standing Shadows Dance Sheba home shower sleeping pill soft music someone started stopped babbling strange figures sunlight swaying back talking tell things told the shadow truck trust trying turn the music unpacking wait walk Sheba whispered who’s wild dog