Oh to be here.
The children’s sparklers greeting the costumed up reenactor men paddling over as Revolutionary War someones. Funny. The family having summered on Lake Tuscarora one way or the other for all of eternity. Grandmama having sat by the canoe rack telling the same stories, but with ancestors in the canoes with real muskets, terrified the British would get them and they’d never get to go home.
my new short fiction piece with the rest at the link if you’d like to read the rest. The image is from lastminute. com.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-july-1971-suppertime









































