An envisioning. 1971, August, and the beach house on the Connecticut shore with the skies sparkling after a storm.

Oh to be here.

Madison and that a treat. A house with back steps you can sit on to eat watermelon, spitting the seeds into the yard with a watermelon vine starting up over in the corner. Always a treat it is to teach the little ones how to spit seeds properly, doing your best to aim for whichever dog is wandering past. No one else ever finding that a proper thing to teach anyone. No, thinking reading Kate Greenaway stories is correct behavior for an Auntie, but not something fun you can do in shorts, a T-shirt, and an old pair of tennis shoes.

Read the rest of my new fiction piece at the link if you like. Under 300 words so not too long a read.

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1971-august-and-the

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