Elizabeth McGuire — The Monarch Review

Fighting Willa Mae – Elizabeth McGuire

Wednesday, July 9, 2014 11:45 — 0 Comments

Her squinty eyes are growing furry. Her face suspicious, with salmon lips pursed like crinkled wax paper. There’s a sustained wobble when she stands. At ninety-two she’s an orb behind the wheel, bobbing just below the surface. Chugging along to church in the morning. Dinner in the afternoon. Middle of the night awake, balancing across the floor of her ship, heaving sideways towards the lifebuoys, a table, or the back of a chair. Fighting to keep her vessel upright.