Sylvie
by Renee Ebert
She fell down the stairs, that’s where the cut on her forehead came from.
The room was ordinarily cold, but. But
Add to it the coldest day ever in February.
Ever in London.
Add to it the windows opened all the way.
The wind pushed the curtains,
They did not block the murderous cold.
And, neither child was old enough to climb over the wooden bars
Of their cribs. No.
The room was ordinarily cold, but. But
Add to it the coldest day ever in February.
Ever in London.
Add to it the windows opened all the way.
The wind pushed the curtains,
They did not block the murderous cold.
And, neither child was old enough to climb over the wooden bars
Of their cribs. No.
Renee Ebert studied English Literature at Georgetown University and has a master’s degree in Public Health from UCLA. She grew up in New Jersey, near New York City, and has lived or experienced most of the places she writes about in her works.
