A new Caroline fic, YAY! Seriously, if you really understood how much I love your writing, you'd run and hide.
isolated in some secret lair
eating rats, I presume?
Maybe sometime, when he stopped in Kansas for a visit, he’d look through the boxes and let himself touch his past and remember the man he’d been
Painful thought, but a beautiful line.
It was a moment of astonishing clarity, and he wished he could somehow take a snapshot of it – wished he could always remember the exact way the afternoon light slanted through his windows, the golden patterns it left on his gleaming hardwood floors.
And this is simply lovely. I've often felt this way myself, but what I love is your attention to detail. Sunlight on a hardwood floor is enchanting.
An unexpected ending! I can hardly wait to see where this goes.
