Heading home with new words and new resolve

a message to storytellers from my protagonist, my former self, and a few insightful writers

Sunlight sparkles on the subtle ripples of the heavy green water. I stare at the flickers, quick-moving reflections. It’s still early. I walked a mile and a half before finding this bench in the shade, and the sun is steadily rising. I am promised a brutally hot walk back to my room.

My legs pulse. I reach for the small notebook and pen in my pocket.

Aft…