The Journal: Ash Fall

by Moore, Deborah D.

  “It looks that way. There must have been more eruptions,” I said sadly.

  “Should we call the boys?”

  “They’ll notice and do what needs to be done,” I replied. I couldn’t take my eyes from the scene outside.

  Like before, the ash came down gently at first, and then it changed. The dark gray flakes got larger and denser. Soon the sky was gone and there was nothing to see but ash falling.

  About the Author

  Even as a teenager, Deborah was always writing, whether it was short stories, poetry or journal entries. She has promised to someday dig those notebooks out to see how far she has come.

  Having grown up in Detroit, the kid of a cop, Deborah realized she really disliked city living and gravitated to the country in her early twenties. From there, after her sons were grown and on their own, she made the big step of moving to the woods and living off grid.

  It was the many years of having to prepare for deep and snowy winters that gave her the knowledge and experience to give her characters the same expertise.