Emer Rohan
@emerrohan.bsky.social
Writing contemporary family dramas about the things that keep me awake at night
"New neighbour," she says, prodding herself in the bony chest, rumpling what must surely be a child's t-shirt. Flowers dwarf her. "These came to mine by accident."
Lilies. Even though he knows I hate the smell. The envelope is crooked, untidy. She's opened it. Read it. Knows.
"Come in."
#writeCBC
Lilies. Even though he knows I hate the smell. The envelope is crooked, untidy. She's opened it. Read it. Knows.
"Come in."
#writeCBC
June 5, 2025 at 1:43 PM
"New neighbour," she says, prodding herself in the bony chest, rumpling what must surely be a child's t-shirt. Flowers dwarf her. "These came to mine by accident."
Lilies. Even though he knows I hate the smell. The envelope is crooked, untidy. She's opened it. Read it. Knows.
"Come in."
#writeCBC
Lilies. Even though he knows I hate the smell. The envelope is crooked, untidy. She's opened it. Read it. Knows.
"Come in."
#writeCBC