Explore "Fuzzy Head" by Frank Belknap Long on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
We arrived in the golden autumn. We drove up through the russet leaves to the great house and descended lightly to the dew-drenched earth.
Celia darted on ahead of me, her pale body a diaphanous flowing. I moved more slowly, my thoughts like muted chimes as I pondered the meaning of what had happened within the high, dark walls of the house.