The Mirror Of Gigantic Shadows
September, 1963
After They Parked the car, Eric and Carlotta walked across the tilted field in silence. Her heart was beating fast. Why had he hit her just because the bird flew away?She hadn't seen the bird. Eric had, of course; he always saw them. But he hadn't seen the mountain laurel. Nothing special about it--only beautiful and unexpected--not like the bird, which was something special. Or unusual. Or it had a name. Names made them sacred, atleast to Eric."There won't be any view, Carlotta."She l...