Blue

by Lou Aronica

  “It really is like she’s here, isn’t it?” Polly said with a sense of wonder that reminded him of their early days together.

  Chris ran his hands along the blue quilt. “She is. She’s always here.”

  A note from the author

  I had a great deal on my mind while writing this novel, and I tried to put as much of it on the page as I could without getting heavy-handed about any of it. Several readers saw this novel before publication, and each had a somewhat different interpretation of it.

  I would be very interested in yours. If you have a moment, e-mail me at laronica@fictionstudio.com with your thoughts.

  Thanks.