Bluebeard's Egg
“Past the garage the lot sweeps downwards, into the ravine; it’s a wilderness there, of bushes and branches and what Sally thinks of as vines. It was her idea to have a kind of terrace, built of old railroad ties, with wild flowers growing between them, but Edward says he likes it the way it is. There’s a playhouse down at the bottom, near the fence; from here she can just see the roof. It has nothing to do with Edward’s kids, in their earlier incarnations, before Sally’s time; it’s more ancient... than that, and falling apart. Sally would like it cleared away. She thinks drunks sleep in it, the men who live under the bridges down there, who occasionally wander over the fence (which is broken down, from where they step on it) and up the hill, to emerge squinting like moles into the light of Sally’s well-kept back lawn.
Off to the left is Ed, in his windbreaker; it’s officially spring, Sally’s blue scilla is in flower, but it’s chilly for this time of year.MoreLess
Off to the left is Ed, in his windbreaker; it’s officially spring, Sally’s blue scilla is in flower, but it’s chilly for this time of year.MoreLess
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