Jan 29
10 min read
Marcia in Red
A story from the Future.
Marcia, draped in her old red velveteen robe, greets me at her back door when I am drawn by a desire to visit. Her house, which she shares with her loved ones, is old, very very old. Set back from the road, it is swathed in ancient magnolia trees, thick with waxy, white blossoms that gently scent the air and shade her windows. Tall grass and wildflowers make a meadow where the trees do not grow…
