Inevitably, if you write a book or create a work of art, people ask what you’re up to next. Maybe that’s true for anything. When you get your degree, people ask when you will get another degree. When you get a job, they ask what kind of work...
Arose she at magenta sunrise, just after twinkling bouquets faded. The summer damask rose shimmered in an old cut glass vase beside her bed. He always left one waiting there. She thought of that other day, fifty-two summers ago, when her now-snow-headed sweetheart...