With ketchup trickling from her broad grin, his daughter looks like a cheerful, diminutive vampire.
The food is too fast, the street is too crowded, the fireworks are too loud. She is loving every single minute, and her mother will be furious.
Both of these things give him deep satisfaction.
Tamsin wishes she wasn’t too cowardly for fireworks and broad grins.
At a Munich park, we sat and laughed together, as lonely travelers do. He bit an apple, and I took a bite of bratwurst. We toasted, clinking the sweet red apples on our juice jars, chorused “apfel,” and took a swig… then spit, and spewed… and hooted!
Casey Robb’s careers have included physical therapy and civil engineering. Her creative non-fiction has been published in “Texas Magazine,” and her poetry has won numerous awards and several trophies, and has been published in a variety of journals, including “The Classical Outlook,” “Ekphrasis,” “The Edge City Review,” “The Comstock Review,” and “The Lyric.” Her first short story was recently published in “Menda City Review”.