Tommy and Suzy

Tommy thought about Suzy all the time. He thought about calling her five times a day, every day. He’d stood with his mobile in his hand, ready to dial. Every time his courage had failed him. The words swam in his head. The ones he desperately wanted to say, since that day when he last saw her.

He was thinking about her again as he took a walk through the park where they had met up, every Tuesday without fail for nearly a year. He felt haunted, the crisp winter air biting at his skin, and also making it hard to breathe. He should have been enchanted by the landscape, transformed into a sugarcoated fairyland. But he felt numb to the core. He walked along one of the main footpaths, lined with old knotted oak trees, which formed skeletal silhouettes in the dim winter sun. Their shadows were cast long and wide, so that the sunlight appeared to flicker.

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Tommy wondered if Suzy would recognize the park, if she saw it now, in the depths of winter. It looked different from how it was when he last saw her there, on that fateful day. They had arranged to meet at the Buddhist Peace Pagoda, at the centre of the park. He caught a glimpse of it on the path ahead, glittering in the rising sun and decided to make his way over there.

The trees cleared, and the Pagoda came into full view. He was sure he saw a familiar figure stood beside it, shivering, in a petite winter coat. His heart beat a little faster.

He thought back to when they first met. Tommy and Suzy had worked in the same office block, but didn’t know each other. The place was huge, a buzz of activity like a hive of bees. He was a successful manager and his future had seemed certain. Then came the downturn. He remembered his manager ushering him into his office, and dropping the bombshell.

“I’m sorry, Tommy, but we’re going to have to let you go. You’ll get a month’s notice in pay, plus your statutory redundancy. Don’t worry; we’re not expecting you to work a notice period. How long have you been working here for now Tommy?”

“Ten years.”

His boss scratched his balding-graying pate, and looked at Tommy pityingly through his rimless glasses.

“It’s so hard to let go of loyal, hard working people. It’s just something we have to do, I’m afraid. Times are tough. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get a good reference.”

He’d had to sign on, an experience that he found to be deeply demoralizing and frustrating. His back to work advisor had looked down her nose at him. She informed him that, as he had been out of the job market for a while, he was to attend a seminar in interview techniques. It felt as if ten years of hard graft counted for nothing.

The day of the seminar soon came round. Tommy was the last to arrive at the venue. He entered an austere room, where a young woman in a black trouser-suit was stood in front of a flip chart, confronting a skeptical audience of strangers. They sat in a circle, like a meeting of alcoholics anonymous.

“You must be…” looking down at her list “Tommy. Take a seat”

Tommy sat in the last available chair. He noted the woman sat next to him. She looked vaguely familiar. He noted her startlingly blue eyes, and cheeks as rosy and round as New England apples. She was beaming a huge smile, revealing pearly white teeth, so rarely seen in the UK.

“We’re going to start with an ice breaker. I want you all in turn to tell us who you are, where you’re from, what work you’ve been doing, and something unusual that no one would ever guess.”

Each one of them in turn introduced themselves. There were a couple of people who had just been made redundant from a local independent shop that had just folded, there was a bald-headed guy with tattoos, who had been laid off by a construction firm, there were a few who had seemingly never worked, who’d been on god knows how many back-to-work seminars, with probably no intention of ever finding work. Then it came to the stranger next to him.

“Hi, I’m Suzy.” she said, in a voice that would melt toffee. “I’m a New Yorker. I always dreamed of living in your beautiful city. I moved here three years ago to work for Credit Anglais. I was meant to be here for only six months as a secondment, but they renewed my contract, and I stayed. They just told me last week that I have to go; they’re terminating my contract. I’m so hoping that I can find another job here so that I can stay in England. My hobbies are walking and hiking. I’ve walked the Grand Canyon. One day, I hope to climb Everest. I’m hoping to combat smaller mountains first though.”

Then it was Tommy’s turn.

“Hi, I’m Tommy. I’ve just lost my job after ten years of working for the same firm. I too was working for Credit Anglais, as an accountant.” he turned to Suzy and smiled. “I also enjoy walking. It helps to clear my head. Although when it comes to hiking goals, I’m nowhere near as ambitious as Suzy here.”

The advisor at the front said, “Well, it seems that some of you have things in common. It’s tough finding a job, extremely disheartening at times, in this dog-eat-dog world. I would suggest that you keep in touch with each other for motivation and moral support. You’re going to need it.”

There wasn’t anything new in the seminar that Tommy hadn’t heard before. He spent the whole time looking at Suzy, and they giggled at each other. It felt like they were back at school, and that they would be told off for passing notes in class.

At the end, Suzy had said, “I’d like to see you again. Perhaps we could meet up, do that moral support thing.”

“I go walking in Battersea Park. How about we meet there next Tuesday at the Albert Bridge Road entrance.”

“Oh, I just love Battersea Park.” Suzy said. “It would be great to escape the flat, and the job search for a few hours. I’m an early bird. How about meeting 8 am sharp. It’ll be great to have someone to meet up with, to see how we’re doing. I still don’t know many people here. I’ve spent most of my time working since I moved here from the Big Apple.”

Suzy handed Tommy a crumpled pink post it note. It had her name on it, Suzy George, and her mobile number. She wrote the agreed meeting time on it, and where they were to meet, and handed it to him. “Just in case I’m late. Don’t call me otherwise.”

Tommy slipped the note in his coat pocket, and they went their separate ways through the drizzly London rain.

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Tommy returned to his flat, and hung up his coat. Suzy’s note was still nestled deep in the pocket. He heard a commotion in the living room. It sounded as if there was an intruder. With stealth, he crept across the polished parquet flooring, golfing umbrella in hand. He took a covert glance into the living room from behind the half open door. Instantly he recognized the black curly hair of his ex girlfriend, Michaela. She had, by mutual agreement, just moved out of his flat. On seeing her, he felt a mixture of relief coupled with deep irritation.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said.

“What kind of greeting is that?” she said, looking at him tauntingly.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just came to collect some more of my things. My antique china doll collection, before you get a chance to auction them online.”

“What makes you think I’d touch your sodding doll collection? I might be broke, but I’m not stupid.”

“Whatever.” she said. She no longer trusted him financially. The stigma of his redundancy had showed up the shallow nature of their relationship.

“Leave now please, and leave your key this time. Text me with anything else you need. I don’t want a repeat performance of today.”

“Well I’m not going to waste any more breath on you. I’m going now. You’ll be sorry.” she said, and muttered something under her breath. She gathered up her boxes and rushed out into the hallway. Tommy listened, for what felt like an eternity, to hear her leave. He imagined she was adjusting her makeup in the hallway mirror. At last he heard the door close, and a clack as the key hit the parquet flooring. He felt relieved, but also unexpectedly sad at the passing of their relationship.

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Tommy spent the next few days searching local job sites and the local free newspaper. There were copious adverts for cleaners, classroom assistants, and junior admin assistants. There were precious few professional jobs. Taking a pay-cut, or becoming self-employed were beginning to look like his most realistic options. He was the only one of his circle of friends who was out of work, and it left him feeling isolated.

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At last, Tuesday came around. Tommy arrived early outside the park gates. The sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds. On seeing the first purple and gold crocuses of spring among the still dormant grass, he felt strangely uplifted. He reached in his coat pocket to see if he could find the note Suzy had given him. It wasn’t there. He shrugged, figuring that he should have taken it out and put it somewhere safe. He figured he had thrown it out by mistake. It didn’t matter, because it wasn’t long before Suzy arrived.

“Hiya, Tommy,” Suzy waved at him from across the road. The Albert Bridge towered behind her, reminiscent of a spider’s web covered in a network of light bulbs, like drops of dew. She dodged traffic, narrowly missing a courier on a motorbike, to reach Tommy at the park entrance.

“How’s the job search going? I hope you’re looking after yourself properly! When did you last shave?”

Tommy felt a bit self-conscious at her comment, but shrugged it off. He hadn’t shaved for a few days. His hair, being coarse and black, grew back as soon as he shaved it anyway.

“Not great, unless I retrain as a heavy goods truck driver.”

Suzy started giggling at the thought of Tommy as a truck driver. He was physically strong but shorter than average, and would look lost in the huge cab of an HGV.

“Seriously, though, I’m thinking of going freelance, at least until the job market picks up. How about you?”

“I signed up with an agency. They said there’s no permanent work right now, but that they can get me some work typing and filing.”

“You can type? I always wondered how people do that. I never got past the two finger thing.”

Tommy mimed the typing action, his fingers darting through the air like demented hopping frogs. Suzy started giggling again, and tapped the back of his coat sleeve playfully.

“I don’t mind typing. Some people find it dull. When I type I imagine I’m playing the piano. I learned to play when I was a little girl. They made me play classical, but I rebelled, and played jazz. I love Gershwin, especially Rhapsody in Blue. When I listen to it, I’m right there, in the city I where I grew up, surrounded by majestic skyscrapers, surrounded by the rush-hour traffic and the yellow cabs sounding their horns. I’m caught up in the crowds of people trying to get to their morning meetings. The opening trumpet reminds me of the silent whir that the subway trains make as they pull away from the platform.”

“Rhapsody in blue? I can’t say I’m familiar with it.”

“I’ve got to on my mp3 player, Tommy. Would you like to listen to some?”

Tommy smiled and nodded, his habitual frown easing slightly.

“We can share head phones while we walk through the park.” Suzy handed Tommy one of the earphones, which he planted snugly in his left ear, hoping for dear life it wouldn’t fall out.

As they walked through the park entrance, Tommy let the sounds of the opening trumpet that Suzy had talked about to wash over him. Listening to Suzy’s music made the park feel more alive than usual.

They found themselves on one of the tree-lined avenues, and in no time at all they were at the bandstand at the centre of the park. They were nearing some railings, when Tommy suddenly noticed a white object. It was blurred in the corner of his eye, but caught his attention none-the-less.

The white object caught the attention of both Tommy and Suzy. Then it dawned on them that it wasn’t an object, but a person, painted to look like a statue. They looked at each other quizzically feeling slightly disturbed. The music had just stopped, and the silence just added to the strangeness of the moment. The statue was completely white, apart from the eyes, which were piercingly black, and staring with an intensity that seemed to say, I’m watching you. The face was completely expressionless, apart from the staring eyes.

Suzy looked uncomfortable. She threw a few coins in to a hat at the statue’s feet. The statue seemed to snarl at her, but when she looked again, its face was as blank and expressionless as it had been before.

She turned to Tommy and whispered, “I don’t like this. Did you see that snarl? It almost felt personal.”

Tommy hadn’t seen what Suzy thought she had seen, and started laughing.

“You do have an over active imagination, but I think I like that. You’re wasted in office work.”

Suzy started laughing too, as they walked away from the bandstand, although she couldn’t completely shrug off the feeling of being watched.

“My Ma always said that about me too. I think she hoped I’d grow out of it!”

They were threading their way through the trees, which were covered in a green haze of fresh buds. She stopped, a hand on his arm, and looked directly into his eyes. “Tell me about you Tommy? I know so little about you!”

“Well, there’s not much to say. I grew up on the coast, near Brighton. An only child, I envied my childhood friends for the sibling rivalries they took for granted. My dad was an accountant, so I became an accountant. He wanted me to go into partnership with him, but I wanted to make my own way in the world, so I moved to London. Recently, I wish I had done what he wanted me to, since I lost my job, and split up with my girlfriend.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that, Tommy. I guess you’ve had a tough time. I hope you can open up to me, and not keep things bottled. I know how reserved you English people are!” She gently emphasized her point, by placing a hand on his arm.

She looked at her watch. “Oh my, is that the time? Eleven already. I have to go. I’ve got a job interview this afternoon.”

Tommy fell silent, staring into the middle distance.

“I do hope you don’t think this is a brush off, Tommy. It’s been fun spending some time with you today. I do hope we can meet up again!”

“OK” said Tommy, “How about we meet up the same time, same place next week. The only thing is, I lost your number. Maybe we should exchange numbers. That way you can phone me if it’s no longer convenient to meet up.”

“Oh, Tommy, I’d love that!” she said, surprising him with a peck on the cheek. They exchanged mobile-phone numbers, and then Suzy bid Tommy farewell.

“Good luck” he called after her retreating figure. She turned back and winked. Then she dashed off into the distance.

After Suzy had gone, Tommy thought he saw the outline of a figure lurking in the shadows. He turned round to get a closer look. There was no one there, just shadows.

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Suzy and Tommy met up in the park that next Tuesday, as planned. They continued to meet up on a Tuesday, even after they had both secured work: Suzy for a temping agency, and Tommy as a freelance bookkeeper. On their meetings, they watched the seasons change. They saw the daffodils golden in the sun, and the young mums parading their new-born babies in their push chairs. They witnessed the trees dusted in blossom, before they burst into leaf. The local youth teams, out for their practice time in the park, would cross their path, with their coach screaming after them. Occasionally, they heard a brass band play, or saw a street-artist perform. They never saw the statue again.

Summer came and went, a wet season, with occasional bursts of welcome sunshine. Autumn arrived before they knew it.

It was at the beginning of September that Tommy and Suzy agreed to meet at the Buddhist Peace Pagoda. The leaves had begun to turn, some to shades of russet and copper, with the occasional ornamental sapling bursting to bright vermillion. They were both huddled under umbrellas, when they arrived.

Suzy seemed preoccupied, deep in thought, a form of meditation.

“Penny for them?” said Tommy, looking at her concerned.

“I’m not having a good week, Tommy. This isn’t a good time of year for me,” Suzy said. A frown was etched across her usually unruffled forehead. “That’s why I wanted to meet you here, somewhere I can be quiet and contemplate life, away from the usual disturbances.”

“Suzy, tell me what’s on your mind. You told me not to bottle things. I hope you can trust me enough to be able to open up to me as well.”

Suzy didn’t reply immediately, her usual fluency of speech had temporarily left her. They climbed the marble steps to get a closer look at the gleaming golden Buddha. They walked round the outside of the pagoda, sheltered, by its dark-wood rafters, looking at the four bronze images of the Buddha, depicting the four significant stages of his life.

They were set an equal distance apart, marking the positions of the compass, north, south, east and west. At the western most point, looking on to the Thames, there was a depiction of a dying Buddha, surrounded by mourners. From this side, they were reasonably well hidden from the park. They would only be disturbed by the occasional jogger, out for a morning run along the south bank. Suzy paused in front of it, still deep in thought.

“About a decade ago, I had a strange dream. I was in a city, like a sci-fi city from the future. I was surrounded by sky scrapers so closely packed that barely any light could squeeze in between them. In the sky above me, were many planes. They were hovering, or flying in random directions. Then, for no reason I could think of, they synchronized, and started to all fly in the same direction. That’s when I woke up, scared. It felt like an omen.”

“Seven years ago, I remembered that dream. That’s when it happened.”

Tommy looked at Suzy quizzically. What date was it today? September 9th. Two days until the seventh anniversary of the New York Terror attacks.

“Shit Suzy, I’m sorry, it never crossed my mind to think you were affected by what happened in New York. It was stupid of me not to have thought about that!”

He put his right arm around her shoulder, waiting apprehensively for her to continue.

“It should have been me. Oh Melanie!” Suzy started shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. Tommy held her closer, his curly dark hair touching her silky auburn hair. He stood their clutching her for what felt like an eternity.

“It’s alright. You don’t need to say anything unless you want to. Maybe we should find somewhere to sit down, grab a coffee?”

“No Tommy, I like it here, if it’s OK with you. When things get on top of me, I like to be somewhere away from people. I don’t like to make a scene.”

Suzy contemplated the image of the dying Buddha once more.

Tommy felt concerned and confused. He said to Suzy, “Would you like me to go?”

“No, Tommy, please stay.” Suzy had stopped crying. Her breathing became quieter, almost imperceptible. She had entered a deep meditative state.

“It was in New York, seven years ago, a part of me died forever. I lost someone dear to me, my dear sister, Melanie.” Suzy paused, gazing absent-mindedly at the river.

“She was my twin, identical to me in every way. Only our Ma could tell us apart. We could easily pretend to be the other one, and often did.” A jogger passed by on the river path. Suzy didn’t realize she’d been staring at him, until he blinked, and looked away.

“I was working in New York at the time, due to have a meeting in the North Tower of the World Trade Center. I needed to be some place else. It was all last minute, but Melanie stepped in for me.”

Tommy stood in stunned silence, dreading what he was going to hear next.

“Everyone thought I’d made a miraculous escape. No one could explain why Melanie had disappeared. It was a complete mystery. They never found a body.” said Suzy fixating once more on the image of Buddha.

“I felt so much guilt. I imagined talking to her all the time. I thought about becoming her, sacrificing my own identity to be her, so she could live on. But I knew our Ma would never buy that.

“It took me a while, but I realized that thinking that way wasn’t helping anyone. It was my Pa who sat me down and made me see sense. He could how bad I was, and told me he couldn’t bear to lose both daughters. I never told him the truth, that she’d swapped places with me. If he had a hunch, he never let on.

“I knew Melanie wouldn’t want me to mope around. I had to live on for both of us. But it was a struggle, surrounded by memories. That’s when I decided to make the move to England. I needed to make a new start. My folks were really supportive.”

“Wow, Suzy, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything”

They made eye contact. Suzy’s eyes, which had before appeared to be blue, took on shades of green, in contrast with the red blotches on her face.

She looked so vulnerable. He felt very protective towards her. He moved forwards, and pressed his lips against hers, felt how soft they were. For a moment, she seemed to reciprocate, a moment of unbelievable tenderness. Then she pulled away, leaving him full of remorse.

“I’m sorry Tommy, I should go.” Suzy turned, and walked away. Tommy was stunned. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. His first reaction was to go after her. Then he told himself that she wouldn’t want that. That it would make things worse. He needed to give her space.

It was then that he saw Michaela, jogging along the river path.

“Too bad your girlfriend had to go!” she said, in passing.

“Bitch!” he said, under his breath.

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Tommy never saw Suzy again. She phoned him a few days later to cancel their last meeting. Suzy had clammed up. Confessing to Tommy had been like opening a Pandora’s box. Tommy could sense she was confused. He just listened. He felt overwhelmed by sadness, but tried not to show it.

“I’m moving back to New York, Tommy. I’ve been feeling home sick lately, and it’s been a real struggle going from one temping job to another. I’ve been in touch with my Pa. He’s flying over here, and he wants me to go home with him. I fly out on Monday. I wanted to see you again, but there simply isn’t time.”

Tommy felt tears form in the corners of his eyes, and hoped it wouldn’t show in his voice. “I’m going to miss you, Suzy. Please keep in touch.”

“I’ll call you when you when you reach New York,” said Suzy. “I’m so sorry, Tommy.”

Tommy never heard from Suzy again, after that call. He continued to walk in the park every Tuesday, as if it would help him to connect with her in some way.

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Tommy stopped reminiscing, as he made his way through the snow to the Buddhist Pagoda. All the time, he kept his eyes on the familiar figure. He hoped it was Suzy. He felt anticipation and apprehension in equal measure. As he got ever nearer, his hands began to tremble. The figure standing by the Pagoda hadn’t noted him. She had her back turned to him. Tommy noted that her auburn hair matched Suzy’s perfectly. It had to be her.

“Suzy?” Tommy shouted her name almost involuntarily.

The figure didn’t respond. Tommy quickened his pace to reach her. He was only a few meters away when he saw the figure slowly turn in his direction, to face him. What he saw stunned him.

“Oh my God, Suzy, what happened to you?”

The face that had turned to him was badly disfigured. She had the familiar piercing blue eyes, but there was a scar that ran all the way down her left face, from just below her left eye. She was completely without eyebrows and eyelashes, the absence of which made her face look oddly expressionless.

“I’m not Suzy!”

“Melanie?” said Tommy, feeling disturbed. “Why are you here? Why haven’t you told Suzy you’re alive? You’ve no idea what you’ve done to her, have you? You’ve stopped her from living, from being truly happy!”

“I’m not to blame for Suzy’s guilt. I was always bailing her out. For the record, it was time she started to think on her own two feet. Time she had a life of her own.

“I was one of the people who managed to escape the North building. I suffered scarring due to falling debris. I don’t know how, but I found my way to an emergency room for treatment.

“When I arrived, I was in deep shock. I didn’t say anything for days, maybe even months. I couldn’t even say my name, although the medics tried every line of questioning they could think of. Without ID, no one knew who I was. My injuries were bad enough for me not to be matched up with any missing persons’ photos that were floating around. I guess there were simply too many missing people whose absence couldn’t be explained. If you were missing for even a few weeks, people presumed you were dead. That’s what happened to me.

“I saw a notice for my memorial service in a newspaper while I was still in hospital. It’s so strange to read about your death while still being alive. I freaked out, and ended up on a psychiatric ward. I responded well to treatment, although it took some weeks. I still didn’t own up to who I was.

“I made up a new identity. The hospital tried to locate my records, using the name I’d given them. By some strange coincidence, I matched someone on their system. They released me before the records arrived. I’d convinced the psychiatrist that I was no harm to myself or to anyone else.

“I never returned to my day job, teaching at high school. I came to England with a fake passport, and started working as a street-artist. I had a strange affinity with the park, so started to hang out here. I remember seeing you here, with my sister, near the bandstand some months ago. I had painted myself up to look like a statue.”

“That was you?” said Tommy, thinking, no wonder Suzy had freaked out that time.

“Suzy doesn’t live here, in England anymore” Tommy said. “She moved back to New York to live with her Ma and Pa. You should get in touch with them. They need to hear from you.”

“I never meant to hurt anyone. I just lost my way, became too absorbed in my own world. I could never bring myself to contact Suzy. Could you do that for me?” said Melanie.

“How could you ask me that? I haven’t spoken to Suzy in months. She’s probably forgotten all about me.”

“No, that’s wrong. Maybe you don’t understand. I’m her twin sister. I always know exactly how she feels about people. You meant the world to her. Why else would she have told you about me?”

“OK, then, I’ll call her. We’ll go back to my flat and call her from there. On one condition, though. I’ll only tell her there’s someone who wants to speak to her. You have to do all the explaining.”

“OK, then, I’ll come back to your flat with you, make that call.”

Tommy and Melanie walked out of the park together. The sun, which was still low in the sky, dazzled their eyes, creating sunspots on their retinas. Walking in awkward silence, they made their way through the park-entrance to face the busy traffic.

Tommy said to Suzy. “We have a lot of ground to cover. This is going to be one tough mountain to climb.”

Melanie turned to Tommy, and said, “I know, Tommy. Thank you for saving me.”

to live with her Ma and Pa. You should get in touch with them. They need to hear from you.”

“I never meant to hurt anyone. I just lost my way, became too absorbed in my own world. I could never bring myself to contact Suzy. Could you do that for me?” said Melanie.

“How could you ask me that? I haven’t spoken to Suzy in months. She’s probably forgotten all about me.”

“No, that’s wrong. Maybe you don’t understand. I’m her twin sister. I always know exactly how she feels about people. You meant the world to her. Why else would she have told you about me?”

“OK, then, I’ll call her. We’ll go back to my flat and call her from there. On one condition, though. I’ll only tell her there’s someone who wants to speak to her. You have to do all the explaining.”

“OK, then, I’ll come back to your flat with you, make that call.”

Tommy and Melanie walked out of the park together. The sun, which was still low in the sky, dazzled their eyes, creating sunspots on their retinas. Walking in awkward silence, they made their way through the park-entrance to face the busy traffic.

Tommy said to Suzy. “We have a lot of ground to cover. This is going to be one tough mountain to climb.”

Melanie turned to Tommy, and said, “I know, Tommy. Thank you for saving me.”

About Katie Hamer

I am a writer, an artist, a photographer, philosopher, interior designer, listener, and explorer.
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5 Responses to Tommy and Suzy

  1. Victoria says:

    What a nice surprise ending! I love that you brought Melanie in. I also think it’s interesting thinking back and knowing that she was the statue glaring at them in the park. Thank you for sharing the rest of it. Your blog looks lovely as well 🙂

  2. Claire says:

    Katie, I loved your surprise ending. I was not expecting that at all. Good story overall. I apologize that it took me a while to come back to your site. Keep up the good work, Katie!

  3. Katie Hamer says:

    HI Claire, great to hear from you! How are you?

    I’ve been largely absent from the Write Practice of late, as I’ve been doing the Story Cartel course, but I intend to pick it up again in the New Year. There really is no substitute for practicing and experimentation. 🙂

    Thanks for your comments. They gave me a boost at just the right time, as I’m struggling to piece together my next story. 🙂 How’s your writing going?

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