And why are we frightened by her motionless skeleton when we see it lying in the cemetery but not afraid now when we see her zombie-like body moving about like a walking corpse controlled by momentary impulses?
I like this quote because it’s a question I unwittingly ask in Cross
It also feels like an area where I could perhaps “punch things up” in my next edit of the story.
This is space to share my musings—unformed ideas, collections of words that catch my fancy, that sort of thing.