Dear Readers: PROXIMITY is on vacation (& going through some life changes). Please stay tuned -- we will be back!
Beneath the Baby Grand, the sound enveloped me, its resonance like a spirit, circling above and rippling below, the whispered vibrations reaching for my ears, rising through the itchy Oriental rug from the hardwood floors with elaborate force and infinite possibility.
Everyone we know wanted to be in D.C. today. Some folks made it. We did not. So Trish said, “Why don’t we have our own inaugural ball?”
Three writers, two countries, one hour. Each week, we choose a different place that exists in each of our three locations: a bus stop, for example, or an emergency room, or a family dinner table.
Over the course of one hour, we find a story. Then we share it with you.
Over the course of one year, these stories will form a collective whole, illuminating the surprising ways in which our worlds are uniquely different and remarkably the same.
We want your stories! Add your voice, the world as you see it. Submit your scene here.
Check out Proximity: Readers Write to read scenes from readers around the world.
