NEWS: Still hard at work on the trailer. I hope to have something to show for it in early June.

EXCERPT:

My fingers touched the cool glass that covered the image, aching to touch the young man himself.  I had not seen him naked since I’d bathed him as a child.  I pulled my peacock green silk scarf from my neck to cover him, realizing instantly how crazy that was.  Instead I clenched the scarf in my hand.  A gift from him.

I knew that standard procedure dictated that the body be buried within three days.  It might already be in an unmarked grave, wrapped in a coarse linen shroud.  After Ernst left home and started earning his own money, he swore that only silk and cashmere would touch his body.  I flattened my palm on the glass. The picture could not be real.

2 Comments
  1. I continue to enjoy the snippets.

  2. That’s good to hear! Thanks for stopping by and letting me know.

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