- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Born with a whimper at the end of the roar thundering champagne bubbles in free fall hurtling towards thirsty brown sucking earth dustbowl, they called it everyone knows that skinny dirty grey woman in the photo all the colors drunk from the wind trapped in depression glass.
She sets her pretty face west the odyssey of the queen anne chair hitching with her grandmother across endless open green before country in a dusty covered wagon behind six musty mules and a glistening black gun lounging poolside now under sweet orange trees in the turquoise breeze of the Pacific.
Today her own granddaughter points her face east throws her wild colors against the four flat walls of the security her grandmother whispered ex nihilo she totters to keep up someday very soon another ghost enthroned on the rickety antique chair at the center of their story.