She talks about June that have just love
A flash from fear, up coming doubt. But she shuts the lady eyes, herbs their ft towards the mature surface, and you will digs off.
In her own head, June casts around, softly, in place of importance, and you will a bond surfaces: this lady grandmother’s house. It’s hard to know, but she holds the taste of purple bean for her language and tugs.
Luxurious ferns sprouting from the mountain’s moss-darkened retaining wall, rice fields eating toward quick gutters, that have tadpoles drifting down into fast streams, the brilliant bluish of one’s afternoon heavens earlier clouds grey – following, brand new sweeping moisture, barn swallows flitting along the yard, clear black molds on dimming white till the storm. Continue reading DP Fiction #87C: “The numerous Preference Grooves of one’s Chang Relatives” because of the Allison King