nothing else to say this morning. The question that served as title to yesterday’s post stands today for each and every character in the draft I may or may not bring to a satisfactory conclusion – whatever satisfactory may mean in terms of this story.
On a more personal note: should my turn as a grade school English teacher come to pass, my next door neighbor has offered the use of her bicycle for my ride to and from the outlier.
Sunday market. Sunday writing. Sunday.