“I don’t have the moxie for it,” she says when I tell her that on frozen days I go to the women-only baths to soak naked in the pools.
"What are you trying to do, be perfect? she says. Because sighing, I erase the pencil line again. Because I bite my lip and scrunch the space between my eyes and hunch so near the page that my hair obscures the sketch of ... oh, it doesn't matter of what. (It was a trellis.) Her voice pulls me back. "No!" I shout, caught by the one who is always watching. I throw up my hands, and we laugh.
Sarah Anne Childers is the online editor at luciajournal.com where she happily toggles between curating creatives as an editor and creatively curating ideas and the words they live in as a writer.
It's Saturday. Do you have Lucia Issue Two?
When it comes, you'll want to pour yourself a good cup of coffee. Go sit where spring sunshine lands lightly near you. Read "Reverie Three" by Amanda Ford. Find a rose petal.