A new short story from one of my favourite writers.
‘You’re already fifteen minutes late to pick me up. I’m standing in the front hall in my baby-doll dress and prairie boots, pretending to inspect a photograph of my young grandmother releasing a seagull from her sandy hand, when Dad comes in from his office. He scans me up and down. “Boots? It’s summer, doll."’
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