Sep 23, 2020
1 min read
Sunset Days
Microfiction
“Harriet?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Remember when we’d go dancing at the Silver Saloon Ballroom on Friday nights and get giddy after having too many martinis?”
“You know I do.” Harriet smiles and looks down at the paper-thin skin of her hands and sandy brown age spots. She turns her hands over and looks at the lines running deeply through her palms like…
