Oh to be here
Grandmama with tales of her uncle’s big house back in London, with a wing just for children, each with two nursemaids of their very own, and not even a need to put on one’s own socks. No, just having to stick your feet out over the edge of the bed and someone appearing like a jack in the box, hopping out of somewhere to deal with heels that didn’t want to be friendly and got twisted up.
my new short piece of fiction at the link if you’d like to read the rest.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1999-sometime-in-winter
