I am a journalist - I trade in facts, not fiction.
And yet, the best part of my job is telling stories, the stories of ordinary people living extraordinary lives.
When Zooey asked me if I could pen something festive for the holidays, my Christmas track record almost made me refuse. Then life had its way and magic happened so I stepped back, moosed myself up and wrote A Verisimilar Tale Of Modern Courage, Revisited.
It also doubled up as an advance Christmas present for Someone.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Is there anyone in here?”. Frannie Moose wriggles in her chair, stretches her arms skywards, cracks her knuckles, takes another sip of hot tea and resumes her conversation with the internets.
For quite some time now, Frannie Moose has been sharing the inner workings of her mind with the world at large – and no one in particular – because she is worried sadness might just render her mute again if she doesn’t speak up, just like it did when she lived on a tiny floating dot in the middle of the great big ocean. She retreated so far back into her own skull that she ended up lost in there for months, thoughts flapping around with nowhere to go, voice hung on the coat rack by the door.
