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    Golden Light
    Golden Light
    Golden Light
    Ebook56 pages44 minutes

    Golden Light

    By Leah Cutter

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    Ginny, a Japanese-American teenager, moves to the country with her grandparents after her parents die in a mysterious accident. When she explores the forbidden attic, she finds she something she never expected: her destiny.

    A tale of growing up and the consequences of choices.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKnotted Road Press
    Release dateMar 21, 2018
    ISBN9781386558903
    Golden Light
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    Leah Cutter

    Leah Cutter--a Crawford Award Finalist--writes page-turning fiction in exotic locations, such as New Orleans, ancient China, the Oregon coast, ancient Japan, rual Kentucky, Seattle, Minneapolis, Budapest, etc.  Find more fiction by Leah Cutter at www.KnottedRoadPress.com. Follow her blog at www.LeahCutter.com.

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      Golden Light - Leah Cutter

      Golden Light

      Golden Light

      Leah R Cutter

      Knotted Road Press

      Contents

      Golden Light

      About the Author

      Also by Leah R Cutter

      Golden Light

      Ginny sipped her smoky green tea and sighed. Quiet spilled around her, like the summer sunlight streaming through the eastern-facing windows of the living room. She sat on the floor, leaning against the soft gray couch, a low coffee table in front of her. The delicate pale-green bowl sitting beside the teapot held old-fashioned rice-paper candy, sweetened with orange. Her favorite treat as a child, imported from Japan .

      She was nearly an adult now, seventeen, already graduated from high school. She left the candy untouched in an attempt to prove (to herself? Her grandparents?) how grown up she actually was.

      Her grandparent’s house sat high in the hills to the north and west of Napa, California. Unless Ginny got up and looked out the window, from where she was seated, all she could see was pale blue sky and the occasional white cloud that drifted past.

      It was easy to pretend that she was desperately alone. The last human left on earth.

      Gods knew she felt that way most of the time now, anyway.

      The small wooden frames that held the glass panes of the window didn’t remind Ginny of a prison. The many bars didn’t destroy the open feeling of the sky, holding her in so she could never escape.

      Really.

      Ginny sighed again. She stretched her long legs under the table. They looked like sticks to her, clad in black leggings. She hated them sometimes: from the waist up she was normal height, but when she stood, she towered over most of her girlfriends, and even many of the guys she knew.

      If she was cute, or at least interesting looking, maybe she could have considered becoming a model. Despite being of Japanese/American descent, she didn’t consider herself exotic looking at all: her nose was perfectly normal, her face typically round, her dark-brown eyes plain, not sparkling or unusual in the least. She wore her thick black hair long and braided, hanging over her left shoulder, and secretly considered it her finest feature.

      That morning, she’d put on a white, Western-style dress shirt, oversized, long enough to hang down to her mid-thigh. The crisp collar pressed against her cheek if she leaned to one side or the other. She knew she looked cute, or at least cute enough. She couldn’t compete in that arena, not with her very stylish friends.

      One of whom she got to see today!

      She made herself sit still as excitement bubbled up and overtook the melancholy.

      Her best friend, Mio, had finally been granted approval (both by Ginny’s grandparents and Mio’s parents) to come and visit. Mio was half a year older than Ginny: While Ginny had been the youngest kid in class, Mio had been the oldest. Mio had already turned eighteen, and had rented a car for the trip: she’d learned to drive when she’d been sixteen, unlike Ginny.

      Why bother learning to drive when your parents didn’t have a car and you could get everywhere in San Francisco by walking or by bus?

      Though Ginny had chatted with Mio every day on the phone, and her thumbs hurt from all the texting they’d been doing, it wasn’t the same. Not like when they’d both lived just one floor away from each other in the apartment building they had both called home. Not like from before the accident that spring that had killed Ginny’s parents and two younger brothers.

      Nothing was the same as it had been. Ginny was stuck out here in the sticks,

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