The first time she met Ayem here, it was warm in the city and she’d never been to Isoquester or any of the private estates hidden in the foothills. She was completely unprepared for the waterfall mist in her white cotton blouse and knee length, light weight, gray skirt and no coat. The walk from his front parking to the porch exposed her to waves of thick mist and when Ayem opened the door, she was dripping wet. . .
This story brought in some of the most interesting feedback I’ve had with any of my fiction. One of the great things about blog stories is that the author can revise and add details directly requested by readers. This new tale is an estimated 20 minute read but is vivid, surprising and (I hope you agree) heartwarming. It should leave you with some rich memories and reactions.
Read the fill story here: Ayem Notthymn
It’s a quick story about failure, forgiveness and redemption. I hope you’ll check it out and weigh in with your reactions.