Oh to be here.
Eagle Lake. Having to clean before the cleaning lady arrives tedious. The children leaving everything in their toy box out in an eternal Noah’s Ark display, like the holiday windows at the big jeweler in Portland, but in plastic and painted wood instead of gold and platinum with diamonded-up hooves. A need to make up for it somewhere, so the lady doesn’t quit like the last three did, announcing that there were tidier families to clean for, even if you have to bring your own broom.
my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest. The image is from Facebook.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/1949-and-a-mid-morning-in-march-with







































