A RIGHT ANGLE TO HERE AND NOW By Floris M. Kleijne
A Right Angle to Here and Now By Floris M. Kleijne “What color are your M&Ms?” The woman’s arrival might have gone unnoticed, but I happened to be staring over the low wall bordering the oval meadow, gazing through the slow snow of pale pink petals drifting from the cherry trees. I stand stunned…