“He was terribly aware of the forces that brought people together and split them apart, and he wondered what his daughter was doing, far across the city; if she was still telling the story of a girl caught between the tidal pull of the moon and of the world. Or if she had already moved on.”— E. K. Ota, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Moving On, Caught In The Middle, Conflicting Forces, Finding Yourself, Finding Your Place
“It was evening. A sunset bruised the sky.”— E. K. Ota, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Beautiful Language, Beautiful Words, Poetic Words, Sunset