Oh to be here.
Another iced tea, maybe, and then getting ready to go into town. A niece having a Sweet Sixteen. A family lady needed to go looking at places. Funny. Mother, having been so good at that, helped look at places for half the town, but the family not being like that anymore. Better on the food and what to buy at the quinceañera boutique than who has the prettiest ladies’ room and the nicest view.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/1998-and-a-mid-morning-in-july-the
my new short fiction piece posted to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest.
