Ric Hoeben — The Monarch Review
White Cap – Ric Hoeben
Tuesday, December 13, 2011 13:55 — 2 Comments
Grandma Dorris sat there human with some amount of stillness and the frail. Her summer hat was a delicate lavender, her bathing suit navy. She stared out, deep—past her little grandson on the beach—looking over all the merging foam of the restless ocean, and from time to time, she’d pull her neck back in pain toward the beach house behind and hope to come upon her daughter, bouncing down the sandbank with maybe one more cold mimosa for her. “I want my ‘puter, Mima.†Dorris looked at the screaming child down there in the sand. His blonde hair had become […]
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