Marigolds (short story)
Marigolds
how do we know that lizabeth is on the verge of becoming an adult
how do we know that lizabeth is on the verge of becoming an adult
We see this by her own remarks recollecting her story,
Whenever the memory of those marigolds flashes across my mind, a strange nostalgia comes with it and remains long after the picture has faded. I feel again the chaotic emotions of adolescence, illusive as smoke, yet as real as the potted geranium before me now.