• fracture

    A Dancer’s Fracture? Oh, the Irony.

    Without a moment to lose, I dashed into the street, swooping aside the toddler who had wandered in front of the delivery truck barreling down on us, shoving him aside as I… Nope. I was high up on the wall at the climbing gym when my harness failed… Nah. Everyone knows I hate heights. I was sucked into the battle, knives swirling and flashing as magic erupted around us… Closer. (No, really.) Fine. I was curled up on my sofa, lost in a battle scene from the draft of a fantasy/adventure book sent to me by a high school friend for feedback when my right foot fell asleep. It was…