Secrecy Quotes

“Poetry. Was there any other worse form of hell? I plopped my sandaled feet up on the picnic table in front of me. Too-bright hot pink nail polish on my toenails claimed my attention, and I squinted, trying for blinders to focus on this stupid assignment. I tuned out the hot summer sun baking me in the staff’s lunch area at the animal shelter. Ignored the country tunes murmuring from my coworker’s car across the lot. Dismissed the distant barking in the building behind me. Focus. Po-et-ry… Nothing. I gnawed on my lower lip and tapped the pencil to the notebook on my thighs.”
― Amabel Daniels, Secrecy: Year One