SINCE seven-thirty in the morning, Carl had sat on the back porch, on the old green chair by the old green table. It had been cool at first, but now the sun came through the vines, dappling the floor and the table with warm yellow pools...
"In the Dreams, the Everliving---,"
Sketch: Vol. 14
, Article 5.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol14/iss3/5