writing fiction scifi novel chapter post-self qoheleth
@@ -61,7 +61,7 @@She cried again/cried again. Sat on the ground again/sat on the ground again. Plucked a dandelion/plucked a dandelion. Again/again. Always twice over.
"Sasha!" She spoke aloud.
"The fuck." Half question this time.
-"Sasha, it's Debarre," she said, then, "What the fuck?"
+"Sasha, it's Debarre," she said. Then: "What the fuck?"
"I'm so sorry. I came as fast as I could. Everything's a fucking mess."
"How long has it been?" she asked herself.
"About sixteen hours. I had to dump a chunk of my savings into a ticket to get here."