*Given that it is mother’s day, I imagine things do become brighter after all the bends in the story.
*Same story as before but a different POV in the excerpt.
Mother always reminded me of a hawk when she read. Her gaze taking in a bird’s eye view of the world and sighting the places worth finding a branch to build a warm world for the next day. Our home was a haven for books. Mother believed everyone built nests like this one. She was wrong.
When Jowka walked away from the old bookshop, mother’s words trailed off. She became a ghost inside our home – much like father had once before he slipped into the faerie court, leaving this world.
*The previous excerpt was in 3rd person but as I write the story to include a few different perspectives, I experimented with 1st person. Still deciding on what feels right.
*Edited on 11 May: Thanks to the readers with a writer’s eye for spotting the possibly confusing subjects in the 2nd paragraph – subject clarified due to their help.
*The above writing is copyright Glaiza Perez. Cannot be reproduced without permission.