Despite the disasters, both personal and professional, that characterized Madame Isabel Kosinski’s days, she found renewal in the half hour when she was alone, standing by her Chevy Caprice in Rosemont Park, having two cigarettes and a cup of coffee, every day, rain or shine, surveying the netless tennis courts.
Paul Lamar lives with his husband, Mark, in Albany, NY, where–in better times–he teaches, reviews theater for a local paper, and conducts a chorus. Alas!
Ahh, that break for just gazing. Nice story
Netless tennis courts. Against the rain. Nice touch.
I also appreciate that it’s one single effortless-seeming sentence. I like the opening 3 words, I like how much just the name conveys, I like the sense of external disaster (the tennis courts). Really good