illusion

Jay Gatsby, a figure etched in opulence, eternally yearned for a piece of time that had slipped from his hands like sand. Daisy, his one and only love, echoed in the hollows of his extravagant mansion, her laughter resonating through the silence of his solitude. This tale reaches beyond the sheen of Gatsby's life, to the fragility of his heart that loved, lost and aspired.

Amory Blaine, once the embodiment of Princeton's privileged youth, drifted aimlessly through the bustling streets of post-war New York City. He had lost his fortune, his status, and Rosalind, the woman who had breathed vibrancy into his life. Poor and disappointed, he found himself succumbing to the menacing whispers of lost youth and slipping away from the embraced illusions of grandeur. His heart was still burdened by the earthy scent of Rosalind and his mind still echoed her melodious laughter, yet he knew he had to let go. After a final flicker of her image, he humbly accepted his existence on this side of paradise.

It was a bitter winter in Lorain, Ohio, the kind that made your bones feel as fragile as a moth's wings. Claudia and Frieda's home was a sanctuary, at least it was supposed to be. But no amount of plastered newspaper insulation could keep out the biting chill. Lately, another form of cold had seeped in; one that came with Pecola Breedlove's arrival.