Marigolds (short story)
marigolds
how do we know lizabeth is is on the verge to becoming a adult
how do we know lizabeth is is on the verge to becoming a 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.