Unwritten

Unwritten — page 5
new book about dark matter last night It’s fascinating Did you know Not the book This Gracie thrust the flyer onto his desk Walter turned it over in his hand and shrugged The woman at the bookstore stuck it in my bag I’ve been using it as a bookmark Are you going Where To see Gertrude Winters Walter blinked I don’t read fiction It’s kind of a waste of time don’t you think I read science books and Gertrude Winters is not a waste of time For a moment Gracie had let herself hope that she’d have someone besides Mom to talk to about Gertrude Winters and the glimmers She’s brilliant She’s Gracie’s cheeks burned The classroom was fading replaced by the sharp snap of flames The tang of smoke