This is an entry for Write on Edge week 3, 2014.
This image had to inspire me and I chose to write this.
The sky in New York City was a dark murky blue that seemed to overcome the horizon and flood the earth below.
Carla Finch moped along, the scratchy sidewalk pummeling into her feet. She could have worn her shoes, but Carla liked the feeling of the rain pouring onto her feet, like the sadness invading her body.
It was 1981, Carla was sixteen years old, and she had just been thrown out of the house by her mother for being a lesbian. Continue reading