From "The Lizard Of Ozark" --- a work in progress.
Emily was washing dishes and singing a very old song. When Henry began to hum along in his resonating baritone, Emily turned her eyes towards him and smiled, becoming an old woman, her face covered with wrinkles - her hair a tangled gray crown. He smiled then, finding her no less beautiful. He cherished the angel standing before him, with her hands in a bucket of soap and water, singing a very old song.
The dream ended and Henry woke up. For the briefest of moments, Henry’s smile stayed fixed upon his face. Then he remembered where he was, and why, and groaned.
The empty night was dreadful, the wind was cold, and the stars were very far away.
The dream ended and Henry woke up. For the briefest of moments, Henry’s smile stayed fixed upon his face. Then he remembered where he was, and why, and groaned.
The empty night was dreadful, the wind was cold, and the stars were very far away.