A Maguire
7 min readDec 28, 2017


The blinds were half-open, moonlight and street lights mingling to tiger-stripe the bare tiled floor.

It wasn’t you…

She stared at the barring of black and white, feeling the silence get closer and closer. Nerve endings were numb, her fingers rubbed restlessly against her skin but felt nothing.

I want something different…

A Maguire

Writer, dreamer, developmental editor, book coach, farmer and mother.