At the Edge of Summer (2016)
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There was a time I mentally catalogued everything beautiful so that I could write to her about it at the end of the day. But as the years passed, it faded. She never wrote back, and soon her tiptoes through my dreams were only occasional. Those mornings I’d wake up not remembering a thing, but blushing. She’d been there.
And then Chaffre died and I dragged myself, bleeding, from that cellar. I never dreamt about Clare after that day. All I had now were nightmares.
But she was here, in Paris. Gro...wn up, but with those same clear eyes, that corkscrew of hair on her forehead, those insistent, gentle fingers. How could I not recognize her?
But Clare didn’t look like Clare. Not anymore. It wasn’t so surprising that I didn’t recognize her. She wore a dress as bright as a Moroccan rug. Apart from that errant curl, the rest of her red-brown hair was tucked tight beneath a scarf. She spoke French, confidently, with a trace of an accent running through her words. But the biggest difference, she stood so still, so calm, waiting for me to step into the studio.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
There was a time I mentally catalogued everything beautiful so that I could write to her about it at the end of the day. But as the years passed, it faded. She never wrote back, and soon her tiptoes through my dreams were only occasional. Those mornings I’d wake up not remembering a thing, but blushing. She’d been there.
And then Chaffre died and I dragged myself, bleeding, from that cellar. I never dreamt about Clare after that day. All I had now were nightmares.
But she was here, in Paris. Gro...wn up, but with those same clear eyes, that corkscrew of hair on her forehead, those insistent, gentle fingers. How could I not recognize her?
But Clare didn’t look like Clare. Not anymore. It wasn’t so surprising that I didn’t recognize her. She wore a dress as bright as a Moroccan rug. Apart from that errant curl, the rest of her red-brown hair was tucked tight beneath a scarf. She spoke French, confidently, with a trace of an accent running through her words. But the biggest difference, she stood so still, so calm, waiting for me to step into the studio.
What to read after At the Edge of Summer?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Jessica Brockmole to read onlineMoreLess
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