Oh to be here.
Out in the Berkshires with an apartment bigger than Auntie’s entire house. Three bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, with rose-scented soap sitting on rose pink colored soap dishes. A porch filled with potted begonias from end to end. Like mother’s friend’s kitchen, it is, but with bright red something blooming away at each porch post instead of in each window, putting the red gingham café curtains to shame.
my new piece of short fiction over on my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2022-with-the-lilac
