For herself without Vic.īy what right did England bask in such a May morning, calm and lovely, while over there artillery’s thunder still shook the fields, and men rotted in muddy trenches? How could she bear to stand idle in the midst of such peace when her place was over there, even…even with Vic gone? All the more with Vic gone.īut she must adjust, must let the peace of home heal her-not that anywhere felt like home now. Pure, searing grief, not war itself-though war would have been enough-had breached her defenses.

“Shell-shock,” the doctors might say, but it scarcely mattered what one called it. Even the songs of birds in flight, spilling over with rapture, warped in her mind into cries for help, help that could never be enough. Yet she could not block out visions of bodies submerged in other streams throughout the ravaged countryside of France, flowing ever redder with blood until they reached the Somme. An ordinary Midlands English stream, all green shadow and shimmering sunlight and blue reflected sky. Reggie leaned over the wooden railing and stared down into those amber-green depths, willing herself to see only a great speckled trout balanced in perfect stillness against the current. Upstream the river riffled over stony outcroppings, but under the bridge it ran deep and clear.

Published by The Liz McMullen Show Publications (GLARP).Įdited by Sacchi Green and Patty G. Henderson, Heather Rose Jones, Lee Lynch, Megan McFerren, Cara Patterson, Aliisa Percival, Doreen Perrine, Priscilla Scott Rhoades, Susan Smith, Lexy Wealleans, Connie Wilkins, and MJ Williamz.Ī portion of the proceeds for Through the Hourglass will go to these charities that directly serve LGBT senior citizens: Services & Advocacy for GLBT Elders (SAGE) and The Gay & Lesbian Association of Retiring Persons, Inc. The stories here, set from Iceland in the 10th century to New York in the mid 20th, have been written by Ann Bannon, Jean Copeland, R.G. Stories that show lesbians in well-researched historical settings, with passions fully recognizable today, rescue our past from invisibility and affirm our place through all time, past, present and future. Who’s to say some of those sculptors of full-bodied stone or ivory goddesses weren’t women? We have always been here, in every era and every area of society, even though our stories have so seldom been told.įiction has its own power to deepen and intensify our perceptions and beliefs. Women loving women have been a fact of life for as long as love and women have existed.

Through the Hourglass by Sacchi Green