Oh to be here.
A small lunch with the end of the sharp cheddar cut into thin slices, eaten between the last two pieces of rye bread. Funny. Not much like it was back then, what with always being stuck trying to be skinny, but cheddar and rye. No, always loved, even back at school with the fire escape for a refrigerator in December with squirrel teeth-sized nibbles or in the June heat on a corner of the desk, sweating bit by bit until school broke for summer.
My new short fiction piece over on my Substack.
The rest is at this link:
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2003-and-one-oclock
