Nothing came out.
And then Melanie remembered something else her mother used to say: The story is already inside you. You just have to stop guarding the door. she might aswell give it a try melanie marie
Melanie Marie smiled. She thought of her mother. She thought of the hum behind her ribs, now quiet for the first time in years. She thought of all the stories still waiting inside her—the ones she hadn’t even written yet. Nothing came out