Beth Boquet

Love this. I was completely seduced by the first somber scene and apprehensive mood, thinking about how beautifully the prose guided me from external to internal experience — and how my own nostalgia always seems to lead me into memories of relationships I’d be better off forgetting. (Why couldn’t I just revel in the setting and event for its own sake, I wondered.) So, the surprising turn of your story to Michael then Brian was poignantly familiar and oddly comforting — and beautifully written, Beth.