Atyla Tall Ship Life

Hola! Greetings from Bilbao, Spain! I arrived Tuesday evening after a long day of travel. My first impressions of Spain are very positive! People here are genuinely nice and very helpful to travelers such as myself. I reached the boat and was greeted immediately by a handful of young men smoking on the deck upstairs…

The Blizzard (17)

  The snow hadn’t stopped for several hours, covering the majority of the city in a complete blanket of luxurious white fleece. Leon had left his car parked somewhere near (insert street) and walked the rest of the way home through the blizzard. Elise had managed to get home earlier in the day and had…

The Cottage on Elisabeth Street (16)

  It was the first Christmas she had been without him in seven years. Elise sat in the car outside her mother’s house, engine idling, thinking about Leon. She could not stop thinking about him since running into him just a few weeks prior. He seemed so healthy, so vibrant—better than she had ever seen…

Cutting In (15)

  The record player skipped and crackled and repeated, “there’s a…there’s a…” “What is it, Ella? There’s a WHAT?” Leon chuckled to himself as he jumped over the couch and shuffled down the hall to the turntable. He gingerly lifted the needle and placed it just forward of the spot that “Ella” had been having…