Oh to be here.
The sun out for a change. The children off watching someone play baseball down in Boston. A treat. Hating baseball, but usually stuck taking them, followed by an evening trying to get hot dog mustard out of the t-shirts the vendors sell by the entrance to the ball park. A baseball-loving cousin having come up for the fishing and taken them all down on the train from Portland instead.
My new piece of short fiction. Please click through the link to read the rest-
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-july-1990-and-late
