Farewell, budding summer Bittersweet Come winter's chill My longing replete Raised amid God's greenest pastures, I attended the county fair every August of my bucolic youth. Though most have since faded into a haze of caramel and edible cotton, the summer of '65 remains sovereign, a period in which the world conspired to unfold in plain view, revealing avenues unconsidered.
Done up in pearls and black velvet, Kitty is seated across from her parents in the formal dining room. It's that time of the season again when they gather to mourn Blythe. After twenty-two years, she can scarcely summon a believable performance. If not for the noxious sound of oysters being sipped, one could hear a pin drop. Anna, the usually impassive matriarch, isn't faring too well herself.
Emma stares at her mother for the first time in five lonely years. She cannot believe they are seated a mere three feet apart, close enough to embrace. Her relief defies description, and yet something lingers. Something she's not prepared to acknowledge.
The woman in the alley is dying and I have no way to save her. A tabby, lean and patchy, prances across her lap. I think he understands and means to lend comfort.
A celebration of romance & culture Spring I was born Eugene Douglas, proud and possessed of an enthusiasm for living. To society's chagrin, I did not wait for permission to hold my head high. Dignity is a right, a lesson I learned early and apply liberally.
- Second Place in SFS 5: Raging Bull Challenge
Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters. — The Sun Also Rises Origenes On the day my brother left home for good, I was reborn.
Edith began her nasty little hobby soon after we lost our daughter. Like many things that come to destroy a life, it started off innocently enough.
An adventurous tale for the young or young at heart In an era known only to Mother Earth, there lived a boy who was loving towards all things. Aquinnah, or land under the hill, is where he made his home. Its Clay Cliffs have belonged to his Tribe for thousands of years.