“The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorrow.” – Flannery O’Connor, “Everything That Rises Must Converge.”
Writer. Teacher.
Writer. Teacher.
“The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorrow.” – Flannery O’Connor, “Everything That Rises Must Converge.”
Patricia Ann McNair 
Quite nice, amiga.
Thank you, Amigo. Wish I had written it.
Extraordinary pace/rhythm as well as description and intimation of so much more….sigh. Of course, genius that she was, we are lucky to have these moments.