“Opening some wine.” The cork split a final time and Del pushed it down into the bottle with a jab. He poured two glasses, fishing out bits of cork that floated around like miniature driftwood. Tea leaves maybe, he thought absently, taking a first drink straight from the bottle. Though didn’t they sink? And portending what? These happy bobbing bits of cork, then, a good sign — nothing indiscernible, dark and submerged.
Read the rest of this fiction piece by Sydney Blair in next week’s Summer Issue of Streetlight.
Their picnic there is like nothing he’s ever tasted: the salty air, the fresh baguette, the French cheese; the pungent walk at naked low tide to the island; the meringues of surf forever arriving, the slightly bitter taste of local soda. Love might be possible, it seems. Sure beats singing “Michelle, ma belle” standing at the sink in a poky little house on the prairie, washing dishes and staring out at the minister’s house next door. Something takes up residence from that trip, like a new pregnancy in the family: the next year his parents buy a cabin on a river in the woods, perhaps in compensation, a refuge for the summers of his schooling. There trout fishing saves him for romance, possibly love. He is smitten by nature, if not yet girls.
Read the rest of this memoir/essay by Jim Kroschell in next week’s summer issue of Streetlight
A profile of artist Richard Crozier and his works will be featured in Streetlight’s summer issue. Painting on the spot, Crozier catches subjects of change…
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