Oh to be here.
The final weekend for the season, and the high school girls out from town to pack everything up. The men coming tomorrow to drain the pipes so they don’t freeze in February. Being forced to rebuild the whole thing with something primitive-looking, brought out from Bangor, that was the only one they had in stock. A lesson learned the hard way, during a terrible cold snap.
my new short fiction piece. The rest is at this link:
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1948-with-autumn-just
