The Correspondent

by Virginia Evans

The stretches on the high, windblown road are far commoner than the stopovers in comfort, and aren’t we always trying to get back to the happier times?

remember always finding it odd the way people had of speaking around and around a thing rather than directly to the thing, and I was often punished for insolence and rudeness.

my preference is for modern literary fiction and nonfiction, and occasionally the classics of the 1800s to 1900s.