The Missing Stair

[____hejira]

I stand expectantly at the top of the stairs, one eager eye pressed against the crack between the door and its frame. The sweet smell of chicken and waffles floats up to me, the kind of incense only my grandmother can burn. Yellow morning light bleeds through the lacy curtains staining the white carpet beside the bed that has always been mine, at

Comments

[alycewilson]

Awww! My grandmother still appears to me in dreams sometimes. She lives in a special apartment that is part of the "ghost floor" of my childhood home's dream version. I think she likes to get updates about my life.

[____hejira]

You should write about that sometime. I appreciate you reading and commenting. Sorry I'm so slow to respond. LJ fail.

[eternal_ot]

Aww...don't be sad..next dream may be...:)...enjoyed reading this!

[adoptedwriter]

This opening paragraph with all the detail is vivid and brilliant. It hooked me in! AW

[lilmizmombassa]

This is lovely. Your writing is rather elegant and lyrical. I'm glad that you took up the challenge again of this competition, and I hope you stay in the game for a very long time.

[mamas_minion]

Great prose