...no need to cause any trouble, no need to watch her only child wander off and whisper strange things with a strange woman.
The thing that watches keeps chewing the air. The sound of its voice is like the husky clatter of corn stalks in the late fall – hungry. Hungry and damned.
from the collection of: d. heidel I like coffee cups. The woman (rest her soul) who used to live here collected salt and pepper shakers. We walked into the house on the first day that it was ours – empty,... Continue Reading →
...freight for the atmosphere...
Garner – all bone and sinew, an easy smile and tired eyes – had leaned out his window (maybe just to get air) and then (all bone and sinew) caught momentary flight...
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