Two scalloped-trimmed dresses, one chocolate brown and one cerulean blue; size five black lace-up Converse; an array of brick townhouses bathing in city sunlight and a brunch reservation for four at a French open window; a vivacious, sparkly, freckled little sister; teal walls and a hot cup of Intelligentsia coffee; squid-ink pasta and oysters—half a dozen from Island Creek; making new acquaintances with Georges Seurat, Paul Cézanne, and Edward Hopper; wandering sunny East Randolph Street; oysters again, half a dozen from Rappahannock
– Chicago
a prose piece
Sophia DuValle Thomas 