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A ray of hope in the Dark?
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson, "Hope" is the thing with feathers
I peeped through the blinders, watching her walk back to her desk. Her frown deepened, no doubt eyeing the fresh mug of coffee on her table and looked across at my office door with a sour expression.
I fist pumped the air when she took a sip and her eyes widened. She disappeared out of my sight as she took her seat.
"Someone's happy this morning," an amused voice came from the doorway. I straightened and my cheeks heated up as Cassandra Johnson, our editor-in-chief gave me a mischievous grin. Like always, the older lady was dressed casually in a long summer dress, thick bangles and a long bead necklace completing her bohemian chic look. She was in her mid-forties, but knew how to carry herself with grace and style. If anyone in our team belonged in our magazine's covers, it was this woman.
"I...I was just..." I stammered, my skin burning. "Morning, Sandra Ma'am. Come on in," I added avoiding her twinkling eyes, and motioned for her to sit on a chair. She gave me her dazzling smile, shaking her head.
"I just came in to say that we will be using your feature this month. So, you can start editing it."
"My feature? Which one" I asked, trying to remember what I had sent most recently.
She sighed, giving me a pointed look, "Have you sent anything in afterthe last one we discussed, Adam?"
I leant back on the balls of my feet, my cheeks warming further. I let out a dry laugh, trying to hide my nerves, "Sorry, I know I haven't been so productive these days. Writer's block of sorts."
She waved a hand in dismissal, "Oh come on, you're doing a great job as the feature's editor. It was our decision to give you more responsibility. We should have known we'd miss out on the beautiful write ups." She gave me a soft smile and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, "It'sokay to not be okay sometimes, Addie. You can take all the time you want. "
The short conversation with the editor-in-chief had left me with a strange kind of high. I was suddenly feeling excited about my work. She had loved my last story, and was just waiting for the right time to feature it. I didn't feel worthless after a long time. My brain kicked into gear, and new ideas started sprouting. It felt like I could write again.
I worked faster than usual, and was almost done editing two articles, when Kaya popped her head into my office with a rather mischievous smile on her face.
"Hey Adam, how about some lunch?" she asked brightly.
My eyes narrowed, "Lunch?"
She smiled wider, walking into the room slowly, almost in a prowling motion. My lips twitched as I watched her. She reminded me of a cat. Her bright emerald green eyes and her temper made her both adorable and scary at the same time. She could scratch your eyes out if you made her mad, and she could be a comforting friend when you were feeling down. Evie sure knew where to find friends and how to keep them.
"Yeah, lunch. You know the afternoon meal to keep operating for the rest of the day. The little something you've been skipping for quite some time now," she said with a sly smile and rotated the paper-weight on my table.
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Beyond Winter (ON HOLD)General Fiction
Grief really was a circular staircase. After losing Jason, her best friend since preschool, Evelyn's world comes to a sudden halt. But, time doesn't stop for her. When she surfaces out of her delirium, a full life still awaits her; a life she didn't...