Oh to be here.
Grandfather having bought half the island back when he owned all those canning factories. Grandmother up there all summer with Father and the uncles, along with every cousin who graced Christmas, from the day after school got out to the day before it started up again. Every morning spent down on the beach, too, what with a flock of nursemaids to watch everyone and wade into the water if someone got an urge to crawl their way to Hawaii. Not like that anymore, what with the twins having wandered off and gotten lost with the bishop who lived in the big house on the bluff having to bring them back, the one who ran the Cathedral in Los Angeles.
My new short fiction piece. The rest is at the link below –
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-california-august