my own short story

1,651 words...good words...a story I've fought telling for some reason but that I now can't get enough of.

There is a voice. That voice is mine, mine as it was when I was just shy of 7 years old, and it's that voice that is telling me to keep going this time. My grown up self will have to wait a while. I'm starting to realize that I don't mind this so much. That scares me, as it should, but I'm writing and the words are coming and coming fast. There's no need to complain and no room for it.

For now, I'm happy to spend time with me, the little girl me. We'll see where it goes!