Not so much a story (that'll come later on this week) but I made my first chapbook! XD I won't indulge you into the history of Chapbooks, (mostly because I know so little about the history) but to put it simply I collected a few pieces I made and gathered them in a pamphlet style booklet. I printed 20 copies, but after handing most of them to my writing class, three to my uber driver and 1 to my housekeeper, I'm left three. :( Needless to say, I'm super proud of this accompliment. It's so satisfying to see my work in a physical form. I was thinking of posting a digital spread of my piece, for people to read. But I'm curious, would anyone be interested?
“The temperature dropped on Friday and ever since then I’ve been cold. But not the skin deep kind of cold, you know? It’s like something deep inside me froze and I’ve been breathing frost ever since.” Charlotte didn’t look at me as she said this, even as she handed me the next cup to dry. “By Saturday I had to pull out my blankets and jacket just to keep myself from freezing over.” Her hands stopped moving in the sink. Her eyes staring out the window seem to take a forlorn look as though she was watching some bittersweet memory in the sky. I had been staying over at her place for the past two nights. Ever since she came back from her accident. Her family couldn’t afford to take her in but they also couldn’t afford to send her to the ER again if something happened. So they hired me as a stay at home nurse. Charlotte had been so sweet, so open to me. I wondered how long she had been living alone. “I found his sweater,” she said. Her words were soft, private. I asked her to repeat th