Chapter 14When Oscar woke, still dressed, his arms hurt a little, sore from all the stones he’d moved the day before. Still dark and silent in the house, he didn’t want to wake Karen with any noise in the hall, so he stayed in bed and took off his shoes. After wearing them all night long, he wiggled his toes, and his feet rejoiced to breathe again. He’d never really taken to shoes, having lived much of his life just fine without them.
Taking the laptop, he reviewed his work. Something stood out. He’d sometimes slipped into present tense and didn’t know why he’d done this or whether it mattered. The words simply came out that way.
He wondered what the current literary convention might be, something he hadn’t studied much and decided he shouldn’t worry about it. After all, the story was hi
