Anne Louise Avery is one of my favorite story tellers on twitter. She gathers photos and vintage art to weave tales.
This one, as writer myself, I particularly enjoyed:
Ermine had fallen tail over paw into an old familiar darkness. Her experimental short story about a young man ruined by the decline of the tin industry had been rejected by a journal she greatly admired. What’s the point, she asked herself. My words have no weight, no substance. pic.twitter.com/1f2JV5Gz5q
— Anne Louise Avery (@AnneLouiseAvery) July 29, 2020
Arriving for a late supper, Sea Otter was horrified to find Ermine so distraught. They said my writing has no edge, she croaked. Whiskers bristling, Sea Otter poured her a stiff rum from his flask & sat down to listen. pic.twitter.com/lagamCT5nN
— Anne Louise Avery (@AnneLouiseAvery) July 29, 2020
In the fishing village close to Ermine’s cottage there was an old Arts Society, founded in 1889. All morning, Sea Otter had been busy. He called the Secretary, booked the hall, charmed the chapel ladies into making some cakes & went to see each & every member personally. pic.twitter.com/SeQQcyZTdg
— Anne Louise Avery (@AnneLouiseAvery) July 30, 2020
The rest, in her TL (there is a happy ending).
(Anne Louise also identifies the vintage pieces that she shares.)