She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.
Janet FitchWe parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.
Janet FitchIn our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere.
Janet Fitch