All the Summers Ahead - Part Five →
My Five Chapters story concludes today:
The lawn projected a small green semi-circle into a dark audience of trees. Fireflies, moths, and the kids — Anders and Emma — played along its edges. Overhead a pair of bats darted across and under each other. Ellen sat on the patio steps, out of the smoke that poured from the grill when Marcus unlidded it. […]
This, somewhere like it, was where Ellen would have said she saw herself at this age, if anyone had asked ten or fifteen years before. Not because she wanted it. Because it was the horizon; New Jersey seen from the West Side. You could forget it because you knew it was there.
