Breazy's interview will be up later today so be sure to come back but in the interim here's a nanofiction. Feel free to add a chapter, tell me more about the characters, or give me a new one entirely in the comments.
Her smiling grandfather walked into the kitchen, fishing hat on his head, gear in hand. As he approached her the girl reached for a long missed hug. Shadowed hands restrained her. A voice reminded her, 'You can't touch him.' The alarm clocked jangled her awake and she shed a tear as she remembered his death.
*UPDATE: Breazy's interview is below this post.