Boiling Water – J. A. Larkin

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go to site The light went off and broke their thoughts. Wordlessly, performing his task as slowly as was possible, extending the moment, stretching seconds into minutes, Ed picked up the kettle and slowly poured the water into her mug. The water had boiled.  

Jane Larkin Jane Larkin is an Australian writer with a diverse interest in literature from Shakespeare to Stephen King. As a current doctoral student, with a Bachelor of Arts, a Graduate Diploma of Education, and a Masters of Communications in Creative Writing, Jane believes words have the power to transform realities.