Emma said that she loved her. She didn’t mean to, it just rushed out. Afterwards she regretted it, with the regret of the Titanic Captain, just after he hit the iceberg. It was a stupid impulsive thing to do, something young people do. It felt a decade before Sarah even acknowledged this ultimate and intimate truth. And then with the tiniest, most delicate touch of a finger again Emma’s hand, everything was alright, for now ...and forever.
[exercise in starting a piece with ‘Emma said...’ this idea being sometimes you can remove ‘Emma said..’ and the piece will work better, in this case I’m not sure. I thought this could make a good ending to a novel.]
