Oh to be here.
A little spit of an island, but part of the Bahamas. Sitting pretty, what with a mother-in-law who owns the only ferry to Nassau and back, so no red roses just bougainvillea and poinsettia hedges growing like mad, making the whole place look like a demented Highlands tartan in red squares with green grass middles, along with the occasional shiny tin roof.
my new short fiction piece at the link if you’d like to read the rest
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-march-1970-and-it
