Tamelia Aday

I ran across this in my WIP. What does it even mean? I have no clue. Anyone have these kind of gems buried in their stories?  He walked along his personal road like a visitor—passing through—a mannequin placed here, then there, looking the part of whatever needed done. He had been living some fantasy life and forgot his real one.

 An excerpt from WIP: Saving Eternity Within a few steps I reached the grass. Unspoken words stood between us. I grasped for something to say, to ask.             “Wait!” Edward’s voice cut across the silence.             I froze, pulling my coat tighter. A shiver of dread filled me. He came outside, his white hair blowing in the wind. His eyes darted about, as though he was afraid someone would hear. “It wasn’t an accident.”             “What?” I stared at him.             “Be careful, Adley.” He backed away and went inside. The door clicked shut.    

The neighborhood cat takes a break from his nap to read a few lines of The Filbert Ridge Miracle.