320

The British are coming! (They're invading her spelling.)

319

She laughed at her own humour. Was that a good sign?

318

Sometimes it took everything she's got not to run away.

317

The more she wrote, the less she had to keep inside her head.

316

Flecks of blood from her fingers stained the folded laundry.

315

A game where they created the rules as they played.

314

She heard music in the radiator's clicking, a drumbeat waiting for instruments to join in.

313

The unintentional Darth Vader breath into the phone.

312

She reversed words on sight, hoping for a clever palindrome.

311

She kept reminding herself: she didn't know him anymore.

310

He never understood he could never kill her spirit.