Good Narrative Principles

One Step at a Time


Winter was the worst. We were always on the move, camping out in barns, huddling for warmth against the restless cows and calves unaccustomed to strangers. Despite the endless hunger and dirt, I couldn’t keep my hands off of Sabeen. She’s just so beautiful, you see. She could have been the wife of a sultan, or a tech wizard and yet she chose me. She whispers words of caution, telling me to wait until we’re settled before we start a family. I don’t want a family. I just want her. Yesterday, we passed by a luminous lake in the late afternoon. I took a deep breath and let the anxiety subside. Eventually, we’ll end up somewhere. And yet, right now, we’re between here and nowhere.

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