Monthly Archives: September 2014

“Just fixing old shit.” The voice was not harsh nor melancholy, flexed no urgency or whispered dejection. It was merely succinct in reality. The truck was old and looked like an abscessed tooth long uncared for. Red, rusty and layered … Continue reading →

I could not rightly tell you how it came that I had some empathy for them. My wife had been stung four times that summer. It was a time of high water, scads of frogs, snakes…and bees; many, many bees. … Continue reading →

I had driven by the house the very first time when I had moved to the farm eight years earlier. Set back about seventy yards from the county highway, rambler-styled, it angled east to west. It was the only house … Continue reading →

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