We’re in beating sun, sticky and soaked,
and she’s got her legs out: strong calves,
a patch by the ankle where the razor’s missed.
Andrew turned to look at the back of her husband’s three-story house; grey shingles and panel windows glowing from the fiery light of low-angled rays. Charlotte flickered at the edge of his sight. There was light in the master bedroom on the right side of the second story. Andrew could see the seascape above her bed and the sliding door to the walk-in closet ajar in the corner.
“Onward Toward What We’re Going Toward” by Ryan Bartlemay A comic saga of smalltown American family life 1950s – 1990s. A charming and honest dissection of the American Dream. Sound familiar? This is conventional, unchallenging ...