Jacob Lawrence, "Hot Summer's Night" (1947)
Jacob Lawrence, Hot Summer's Night (1947)
Can a Game Be Literature?

Mark's Pages

July 4, 2003:

Fall. Exhausted-looking woman slumps on a bed. Moonlight through open windows paints her silver.

"She never said why." Silver tears on a wet silver face.

Her beloved childhood friend has walked out of her life. No explanation. It was like a verdict from a secret court. She's had no chance to understand the charges, explain her motives, change the judge's mind.

By morning she's laughing again. But her anguish runs after her like a loyal dog.