“I must be CLEAR-eyed about this,” she muttered to herself. “No more fantasies of joining the élite ranks of POETS. I am just going to drink this damn beer and be done with it.” She lifted her STEIN to take a drink, feeling relief at having come to a decision.

Georg’ann

Draped over her collar bone, a delicate gold CHAIN reminder of some time past. Applying RESIN to the strings, the beginning of her performance ritual. This opening scene, in stark contrast to the ending that would come. Heavy boots and dark stout served in a large STEIN. Only the gold filigree remained, truly the one thing that held her together.

Heather