Synopsis
I am that gash in her soul.
Once I loved Grace, really loved her.
And she loved me, and it was so fucking beautiful.
Once.
That pendulum swings to and fro.
We’re here,
and then we’re—
No.
How can that rare beautiful be rendered irrelevant,
intangible when I still feel so damn much?
Does all that energy, that glory, that significance simply
dissolve?
Turn to smoke?
To nothing?
It can’t. It just can’t.
Are the moments that shape us absolutely random?
Is time not fluid?
I made promises to them, to her.
Especially to her.
Promises I still burn to keep.
About the Author
Cat Porter was born and raised in New York City, but also
spent a few years in Europe and Texas along the way. As an introverted, only
child, she had very big, but very secret dreams for herself. She graduated from
Vassar College, was a struggling actress, an art gallery girl, special events
planner, freelance writer, restaurant hostess and had all sorts of other crazy
jobs all hours of the day and night to help make her dreams come true. She has
two children’s books traditionally published under her maiden name. She now
lives in Athens, Greece with her husband and three children, and freaks out
regularly and still daydreams way too much. She is addicted to the History
Channel, her iPad, her husband’s homemade red wine, really dark chocolate, and
her Nespresso coffee machine. Writing keeps her somewhat sane, extremely happy,
and a productive member of society.
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