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And now a sheet-rock screw as symbol for an imagined life. I imagine everyone has had their own sheet-rock screw in their life. How you make your lyrical passages hit home to readers as individuals!

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I hadn't thought of that sheet rock screw as metaphor; did in unconsciously: the art of the invention, I suppose.

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Delighted to be binge reading this series- it's so compelling I can barely stop and write a comment!

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Makin' my day!

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I loved the ending of this chapter!

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Love you, Jeffrey 💞

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'those old English roses...' so beautiful! And the photo adds such depth to the feeling. 💜

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And hope perhaps dashed along with the roses recalled? Thank you, dear Kathleen.

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I love this chapter so much, the play of words, the things that are said by not saying them, the screws that work, the screws that don’t and the screws saved for safe-keeping.

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Ah, yes, so well put, my lovely dear friend.

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Great chapter. Your braiding of dialogue with inner dialogue, and minimal action with non-action, interspersed with the odd screw... just brilliant.

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Oh, Veronika, I so needed you today. Bless you, dear one!

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Oh, the tension at the end... after such a warm bath of imagery!!!

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Oh, Alisa, I adore you. I have been so in need of encouragement--and here you are. I've literally been think of leaving Substack after someone did something mean to me. Thank you.

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Oh dear... block that person. The whole point of being here is to find a supportive literary community. Writing is hard, solitary work--I don't know where I'd be without the tribe I've found. And if people have different tastes, they can always go read something else. There's no one right way to write :) xoxo

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Yes, some day, privately, I'll explain. I trust you so and I barely know you.

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I agree with Isabelle, you have a gift for dialogue. Great stuff!

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So generous, Tim.

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Great dialogue. "Wine in the sultry dusk..." this paragraph especially wowed me. Such a beautiful description.

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Oh, means so much, Isabelle.

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