Author: Marjory Heath Wentworth

Cited by

• Mary Alice Monroe (1)
  • IN: The Summer's End (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Piercing the layers of night with flames that melt the long hours before dawn, the sun gently peels a shroud of fog from the misted island. She embraces the ripening surface of the earth, where houses wrapped in sleep emerge from darkness like hundreds of seeds scattered along roadsides. Streetlights are still burning. Beneath them, cars pass. Weary ships with passengers given time to rearrange the memories of night, as the day spreads itself before them like an unwanted offering. Each unfilled hour, ticking ahead on the clock in their minds. A woman rises from bed to sit at her window and wait for daylight to take hold of the world spinning into place. She is searching for a child, the ghost of a child, a scrap, his small voice in the wind, a carved smile on the face of the moon -- just any familiar sign from one of a billion stars. And while shrimp boats glide out to sea on the rows of first light, she watches a dolphin caught in the marsh swimming an endless circle.
    FROM: Noticing Eden, (2003), Book, US