cheese (beth)

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Back in Cambridge she stopped at Formaggio, the fancy neighborhood shop for cheeses—cheeses and crackers and several kinds of olives. They had cherry tomatoes that looked nice in the produce section, so she got those too, and a few other things for a light dinner tonight.

Standing in line to check out, she was mindlessly looking over at the flowers displayed in the corner of the shop. There were tulips, lilacs, peonies, irises. Gorgeous she thought. Hopeful, as spring flowers always are. She’d get some. For the party, of course.  p 69-70 from Sue Miller’s forthcoming book, Monogamy

bed (beth)

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More than pleasure, she felt relief, a relief so vast it seemed to alter the color of things in her path: the begonias halfway up Montgomery Place turned a hot, saturated pink; a cup of coffee swimming with cream was almost perverse in its beauty. It was the no longer trying so hard that drove her in those early days to near ecstasy.          p 102 from The Book of V by Anna Solomon

Feet (beth)

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“Good,” she said, and started once again to hop from one foot to the glorious other.

“What are you doing?” I said.

“Pretending I”m walking on glass.”

“Is it fun?”

“Try it if you like.”

“Okay,” I said, and I did. And it strangely was.

from When God was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman