Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams

Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams

Monday, May 7, 2012

The Fullness of the Moon


 “Wheel me outside, Eleanor.”

“No, David.  It’s too warm.  You’ll…”

His smile was wry.  Ironic.  “I’ll what?  Catch my death in that heat?  Too late to think about that, I’m afraid.” 

I turned towards the window.  “The lightning bugs have arrived.”
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