tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458926.post7981067970727980110..comments2024-03-06T01:00:34.570-05:00Comments on Whatever He Says: My Father's HandsBelindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251920708783268740noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458926.post-63003727231729025212008-03-13T20:55:00.000-04:002008-03-13T20:55:00.000-04:00Dear Ang, The story was related to our manager's t...Dear Ang, <BR/>The story was related to our manager's team by Terry. I didn't have my notes when I wrote the story but when I reread them today I realized that it was in the winter that it had happened. She had walked down the laneway and around a snow fence and come face to face with the transport truck parked at the end of the lane!<BR/><BR/>I had an experience of similar fear as a child that I could relate this to though. It's cool how in writing you can tie these things together. Now I want to rewrite it in the right season though! :)Belindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09251920708783268740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458926.post-89562708283187393362008-03-13T19:05:00.000-04:002008-03-13T19:05:00.000-04:00That was lovely Belinda. I could just feel the fe...That was lovely Belinda. I could just feel the fear dissipate as she came into the presence of her Father. Was this you, or did you write a work of fiction?<BR/>:-) <BR/>AAngcathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16043637983576750246noreply@blogger.com