"...she could not make them loud enough..."
"The nights were always the worst, when it was darkest and quietest. She couldn't play the piano because of the neighbors, and all she had were her memories. No matter what she did, she could not make them loud enough in her mind. To fill the dark. She hated that they were so soft, pastel chalks, interrupted by car horns, intestinal distress, her own inexplicable sadness."
- Jen Michalski, May-September (collected in Could You Be With Her Now: Two Novellas)
Posted by: Beth at May 6, 2014 11:00:34 AM
I always like Jen's writing. Thanks.
Posted by: Richard Grayson at May 6, 2014 10:46:07 PM