Friends, I love October. There are so many lovely and wonderful things about it. Summer's heat finally breaks. The leaves turn beautiful, vibrant colors. It becomes okay to break out your boots and sweaters. There's cocoa and roaring fires. There's Halloween. And there's the promise of magic in the air, in the crisp breeze, in the crunching leaves.
Also, my birthday is in October.
This past month, I've had a health scare -- both my wrists just quit on me. I didn't do anything in particular to them. Holding a cup hurt, mousing hurt, lifting a bag hurt...but I was pretty sure the culprit was *gulp* typing.
As you might imagine, that's a writer's worst nightmare.
Part 1: The Faerie Lights
A free serial short by Erin Zarro
It happened the summer I turned seventeen. My family and I loved camping, and took several trips throughout the season. There was something about getting away from everything, being close to nature. Sometimes the hustle-bustle of life got to me.
My younger sister, Jane, especially enjoyed bonfires. She was autistic, and did not speak. But her face would light up like another sun whenever we made a bonfire. Her hands would reach toward the amber flames as if she wanted to capture them. It made me happy to see her engaging with her environment.
On the day it happened, I was alone. I sat in my camp chair and watched the campground. Kids running and playing. Dogs barking. The smell of someone grilling. The smell of other campers' bonfires, so unique, that it took me back to simpler days. Simpler years.