Biographical Fiction

[filamena]

Between Tina and the ocean were sand dunes of staggering size. Everything was staggering size when you were just under two years old. She had not known salt water since the womb. Still, the ocean called. The trip through the dunes was winding and lined with tall alien beach grass and birds whos call were entirely unfamiliar too her. What was more,

Comments

[emprint]

This has a rhythm that I dig.

[filamena]

Thank you.

So does the little girl I wrote it about. She says about twenty words, maybe, and can't read, but that doesn't stop her. Sometimes she'll sit with a book open and make up words in this perfect cadence. It's like poetry without words. Music with out notes.

Here's me getting all gushy about the baby, sorry about that.

My husband read to me your pulp cat detective, and I LOVED it.

[emprint]

"Here's me getting all gushy about the baby, sorry about that."

It's okay. Is what babies are for.

"My husband read to me your pulp cat detective, and I LOVED it."

Thanks. Rodriguez saunters around my head a lot. But he has yet to encounter a proper mystery.