The Soul of Place–Carson McCullers

“In the quiet, secret night she was by herself again.  It was not late–yellow squares of light showed in the windows of the houses along the streets.  She walked slow, with her hands in her pockets and her head to one side.  For a long time she walked without noticing the direction.

“Then the houses were far apart from each other and there were yards with big trees in them and black shrubbery. She looked around and saw she was near this house where she had gone so many times in the summer.  Her feet had just taken her here without knowing…

“The radio was on as usual.  For a second she stood by the window and watched the people inside. The bald-headed man and the gray-haired lady were playing cards at a table. Mick sat on the ground. This was a very fine and secret place. Close around were thick cedars so that she was completely hidden by herself.”

Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

What’s your fine and secret place?  Come write about it at the Porches.  Just a few spaces left.

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