Epiphany
April 7, 2018[…] hap pened overnight. When I crawled into my sleeping bag the night before, the air was dry and clear. The mountain tops and tree-lined ridges stood black against a starlit sky. I looked down […]
[…] hap pened overnight. When I crawled into my sleeping bag the night before, the air was dry and clear. The mountain tops and tree-lined ridges stood black against a starlit sky. I looked down […]
[…] earth turns, the sun rises. It’s quite simple.” We turned towards the high peaks to the east —cold, and still smooth and clean with snow, the half-circle of rising sun warming our faces. I […]
[…] wife of his … But Patty Lou tried not to think of Lydia and her petty lies. She’d been in the family seventeen years now, and at least she’d calmed down a little since […]
[…] whole difficulty of our friendship was reflected in our names. It wasn’t that we had feuding surnames —certainly no Capulets and Montagues—but in fact the conflict was more fundamental because it arose from our […]
In 1957, a year and a half before she married the man who would leave her, Kören Dixon was almost the Carnival Queen of Conjuring Creek. There were only three nominations for the job, […]
[…] was the only one in the last row, and after a quick side-to side glance to assure no one was watching me, I leaned back my folding chair onto two legs and rested my […]
[…] spiritual moment perhaps, epiphanal even. For Steven, it was merely the latest in a series of hitched rides that numbered in the dozens —rides that had begun a month earlier when he had first […]
[…] with a skinny red flashlight in one hand and a backpack in the other. She’s been here for hours. Inside the backpack: two sandwiches, salmon and cream cheese on wheat grain buns, and a […]
[…] nearby and pull into a space right in front of the door. The smell inside is overwhelming —sweet and fresh and warm. The sun is shining through the large front windows on a boy […]
[…] as they wheeled him into an ambulance were everywhere in Buenos Aires by lunch the following day —so much different than the disparasitos: a just murder, they called it. “Of course it was self- […]