The Small Anything City

I wish I had more time to write book reviews, but I'm lucky to get a chance to read many books these days. So what I'll do from time to time is post some lines from work I'm currently reading and admire.

from "Solveig Asskildt" in The Small Anything City (Dream Horse Press) by Cynthia Arrieu-King:

No one said till later as he dabbed his eyes, breaking down afresh at the thought of that young night, so lost in a black water used for naught, and her tender hand through a wave. The shot widened out and there she was: Solveig, his then fiancee, now eighty, face craggy, eyes crushed sapphire looking out the window at ice. Her old man sobbed. She wished he would stop crying.