I want to be like Daryl Hannah's character in Splash, a mermaid in Manhattan, stay underwater - slit gills through the skin in my neck, but there are no want-ads for that.
“ . . . no one to guard my life.” I never swam there - and just the bandaid over the drain tells me I would not have enjoyed it (bougie is me!). The East End, though . . . Some memories never dry out.
I so loved this, Abigail. wonderful wonderful writing! Thank you. Tabby
“ . . . no one to guard my life.” I never swam there - and just the bandaid over the drain tells me I would not have enjoyed it (bougie is me!). The East End, though . . . Some memories never dry out.
Glorious piece! Like being transported into another dimension. "Miss Havisham of the slow lane" provided my first belly laugh of the day.