Oh to be here. The lowing of cattle who wouldn’t be lowing if they knew what was coming next. The wail of the triplets’ Siamese cat for a counterpoint. Too many animals and cabinets stuffed with God only knows what, but that not mattering much. No, a sort of fancy husband with degrees from sort of fancy schools met back home in London who runs companies and a jumbo mansion stuffed with maids to take care of everything.
My new envisioning/short fiction piece over on my Substack where you can read the rest of it at this link
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-eleven-in-the-morning
