Excerpt: Hidden Morning

AMY STARED UNSEEINGLY OUT THE SMALL WINDOW over the wall bench in the breakfast nook. Her dark brown eyes did not register the early daylight, the sky still pink and orange from the recent dawn, nor the bright colours of the leaves on the maple trees lining the edge of the front lawn by the street, nor the stark beauty of the rock formation standing in the midst of the garden that separated her yard from that of her neighbour’s.

Her open laptop sat before her on the table, a document open on the screen, the blinking cursor throbbing with an insistent pulse at the point where her thoughts had halted, marking time silently on the half-filled page. Her slender fingers hovered over the keys, frozen there in space, interrupted as her attention had been.