Time Stamps by K L Kreig
Dear K L Kreig It is a hazy summer morning here on the North-East coast of England, I am due to meet friends for brunch in two hours but I am finding hard to get ready. You see, I finished Time Stamps five minutes ago, and I feel like my world has stalled. Death doesn’t come easy, whether it is out of the blue, over in seconds or a long, drawn out, weary process that takes years. The pain is insurmountable, the grief unbearable and the mourning eternal. I admit I am an emotional reader, I feel what the characters feel, the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. I started reading Time Stamps three weeks ago, and from the first chapter I knew I was lost, tears streaming, but not quite ugly crying. I have read everything you have published and knew that s*#t was going to get real. Laurel and Roth they sucked me in, not the facts of their circumstances, death happens, none of us can escape it, but it was the way in which they lived that got me. The...
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