Oh to be here.
A fine place to be, even if all your cousins grow carrots after spending their teenage summers being maids to wealthy ladies in gray and white uniforms with caps so starched up they could set sail for New London all by themselves.
my new envisioning/piece of short fiction, around 320 words.
Please click through the link to read the rest
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1980-high-summer-and
