.”The coffee with cream is ready and DeLettre hands him the cup. His attention has narrowed to the warm coffee cup in his hand. And another sculpture of a young man, guitar slung across his back, cradling a small bird in his hands. A wave of vertigo hits him, and the coffee cup drops from his hands. In his memory, the field was blooming with flowers: daisies and purple lupine, forget-me-nots blue as the sky in summer.

Source: Daily Sun August 06, 2023 08:18 UTC