Lydia stroked her chin thoughtfully. “I hope that I have used the correct knots,” she said, out loud, to herself.
a Twitter novel
by Ryan Veeder
copyright Ryan Veeder MMXVII
The wind blew across the elementary school playground. It blew the orange leaves up against the wire fence. The leaves rustled.
Betsy Morrison wrote in her diary.
“I am a twelve-year-old girl,” she wrote, “the wisest creature upon Earth. I understand the languages of birds, the ebb and flow of the seasons, the past and the future and the space beyond time. Today is my birthday, and I am twelve years old.
“We went to Garbaggio’s Pizzeria for my birthday over the weekend because it was Uncle Boscoe’s birthday last week and we celebrated them at the same time but my REAL birthday is today,” Betsy continued to write, leaves swirling around her ankles, “and I am perfect among humans.”