Prologue

A very short prelude to my memoir.

I remember the sky was gray, a dreary time in February. Everything was quiet, in that sense of routine kind of way.  Dad was at work, like he usually was in the morning. 

Nothing seemed out of place; but it would take only a moment, a single nick in the routine fabric of our neatly-knit lives, for our entire world to unravel.

Author's Note

I know this is really short... Imagine it in book form, it would be that centered little block of text that you read before deciding whether or not to read the actual book.

Criticism welcome.

Reviews

[Jasmine Thousand]

Criticism is welcome...but I have none.
The first line has this poetic feel to it, wich I love, and the imagery in the "a single nick..." part is really amazing. Can't wait to read on...which I shall now do!
~Weekly Wars~

[Ami N.]

Suspenseful...