Karen Clay's Writings
Prolog This story is a snap shot of a pistol flare exploding in a clear night sky, competing with the stars then burning out, ashes falling to earth. That’s how I view Leila’s life. I watched from the middle of a white capped sea, used her glow to find safe harbor...
I write choppy & flippant, an impressionist dabbing at thoughts.Without a degree(s) or training I sit at laptop, or with a cocktail napkin, and stream from brain to fingers. Technology has leveled the playing field, where someone like me can express...