Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
Peter feels as though this trip to the palace by himself might be a defining moment in his later life. He arrived at being the person he is when he was approximately thirty seven years old, a year after meeting his second wife, and has remained steadfastly that way ever since, with little disrupting his mild autumn.
From the short story Sleep in a Blue City by Helen Chandler (published in the stinging fly issue 27 volume 2, Spring 2014.)