Monday, April 19, 2010

monday's excerpt

And Carter would read to Gertie that night, words penned by another. His own were too young, provided inadequate comfort. But pages from a book... they were sufficiently mesmerizing. And she rested.

And at a chapter’s end, he would look to see if she wished for more. And her eyes would be on his face. Not meeting his glance, not on the lips. But deeper, seeing through him, at the spirit level.