"Goodbye Joan" by Susan Holcomb
Updated: Apr 3, 2022
Spring, Vol 17.2
Updated: Apr 3, 2022
After their early dinner their last night in Provincetown, they walked to the beach. Light reflected off the water, sprinkled the waves, and glimmered to the other side, past a boat, lighted also, mov
This trip Myrna Sweeney was in first-class. Free drinks though it was still too early for a beer. More legroom so her knees wouldn’t be bruised like they were after the trip to New York last week, her
Kevin thought he could take Wayne. At worst, it would be close. Wayne was pulling a hose across a dusty field. “What are you growing?” Kevin asked. “Right now.” Wayne kept pulling. “Nothing.” “But eve