Conform, go crazy, or become an artist.
Nancy SpringerMots clés originality artistic
Stop it,' he whispered. Hid lidded eyes winced. His hands faltered up to cover his face.
Dusty did not stop. 'If I'd known you-if I'd known you when you were alive, I think I would have loved you, too.'
Dusty, please stop.' He could barely speak.
I think I do love you.' Her voice had dropped to a whisper, because it was a truth like a silver sword. 'I think I do. I cry, too.
He was just a sixteen-year old boy who had been killed, a kid whose photo had been in the paper, a kid who would mostly be forgotten by the time the newspaper went into the garbage-yet he was the universe, all the dying, all the crying. He was everyone who had ever died young.
Nancy SpringerI hope that the kind reader recognises this as a despairing attempt at humour.
Nancy SpringerMots clés funny mysteries witty holmes springer enola nancy
Confound my genteel upbringing! I could not think of any name foul enough to call him.
Nancy SpringerMots clés humor
In the blue sky overhead, larks sang like my heart.
Nancy SpringerTo her, everything is beautiful in its own way, and everyone is a friend just waiting for her. And somehow it works for her.
Nancy Springerwhat's life without a spice of stupidity
Nancy SpringerAll the words I had prepared turned coward and fled my mind like conscripts deserting a battlefield.
Nancy SpringerMots clés mind word coward flee battlefield conscript
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