“To think new thoughts, you have to break the bones in your head.” ~Jean-Paul Sartre Respectfully, Mr. Sartre, I disagree.
This is that story, and it’s not for the faint of heart. Today Was a Bad Day Oh no, not again! The walls were closing in on me, and I could see their faces all flustered and red.
Why are they yelling at me? I mean, are they yelling at me? I could feel the tension in the room; I just couldn’t hear anything.
Well, actually, yeah, I could. I could hear her. I could hear Annabelle. I knew it was my turn to say something. But what if my voice shook?