"The Last Time I Saw Her Standing Underneath An Awning In Northern New Hampshire."
By
Robert Reginald Regency Robertson
Chapter I
The last time I saw her standing underneath an awning in Northern New Hampshire was a long time ago. I remember the moment distinctly. The wind was windy and blowing, the blow was fearsome and dry. The moment seemed to taste like a fine wine that was also dry and blowy. She was a like a pear, or perhaps a banana, she had a pinkish dress, and greenish socks, her perfume reminded me of...
( to be continued when the author recovers from his damn flu )