Dust to Dust: A Mormon Folktale
April 9, 2018[…] of the carriage. There were none. Dust covered any track ever made in front of her house—coyote, fox, horse, even carriage wheel. As she gazed across the trackless sand, she clasped her hands and […]
[…] of the carriage. There were none. Dust covered any track ever made in front of her house—coyote, fox, horse, even carriage wheel. As she gazed across the trackless sand, she clasped her hands and […]
[…] went on. She took up her hoe again; she stood there holding it. A brown dog c ame out to bark at the old man, but then walked up to him sniffing and wagging […]
[…] “I’m your attorney. I’m going to help get you out of there.” Samuel paused for effect. “ Today.” Samuel paused again for effect, waiting for the realization of his promise to hit José’s face. […]
[…] in silhouette against the bedroom wall. The bedroom window was sliding up. It was not a dre am. A human shadow was nearly indivisible from the web of tree branches fluttering on the curtain. […]
[…] I begin to believe my luck might hold out. The third ring proves me wrong. Something is amiss when grown children, adults I think we’re called, are afraid to call their parents. I wonder […]
[…] by her will power and determination. For some time he gazed at her in wonderment—half vexed, half amused, then fondly indulgent. “Shall not do it?” She barely nodded, and again her very restraint evoked […]
[…] front of the terminal with the other drivers, deep in conversation between canvassing for customers. As a newspaper vendor passed, Leila watched as the driver drew coins from his pocket for a paper he […]
[…] bucked myself up and put on a good face. We talked, catching up on all the family news and remembering the Nauvoo trip. My wife sat in a chair at the head of the […]
as extracted from a series of emails J ames Goldberg discovered in his junk folder I am—without question—an American. If I’ve ever doubted that, it was clear the moment I walked into the humidity […]
[…] was puffy, with grey curly hair and grey shadows under her eyes. “Have you been at school today?” she asked. I wondered what she knew about us; if she knew about the problems I […]