Oh to be here.
Devaux House and a swag over every bit of woodwork that you can drape in pine. The sleet coming down in sheets, but the coal men having made their way up the drive as dawn broke. Three truckloads, it took. That not being a surprise, what with living in a ten coal hole manor. How many the neighbor girls on the same elevator at the downtown apartment said there were out front in the sidewalk, if you had time to count them all up without making Mother late for the sale at Lord and Taylor.
My new short fiction piece with the rest at this link over on my Substack if you’d like to see –
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1950-december-and
