Ted and I have a ritual of ringing my mother's Chinatown dinner bell when we think the longest day of the year is over. The wait proved to be a muse. Read it fast. I'll pull a Rappleye and "poof" it after a day.
Okay, readers, here's a new draft. It, too, will go poof in a day.
The soft or shrill voice within us
7 years ago