Trilety Wade on Fathom

Between your detailed imagery and the way you describe each moment, movement, and gesture, it's like you slow down time. You pick up on the smallest details that are normally lost. I love the line about her kissing his head - there's something about the way you wrote it and where you placed it that it felt like a sacred but invisible moment has been unearthed. And this line - a line any mother or guardian or protector knows well: She wanted to protect him from everything: sharp tongues; sharp corners of cupboards. Well done!