[…] the envelope’s huge plastic window. My name and his name were written across the top in fat, black, one-or-so-inch letters, and near the bottom it read, “$$$5,000,000.00.” “It came yesterday,” Bobbie yelled, and jumped […]
[…] legs, set them straight. His penis lay towards his right thigh. I found a sea-mangled bit of black plastic a few feet away, brushed off the sand, and set it over his groin. “Best […]
[…] left. They started walking. “Who are you?” the old man asked, squinting through the rain at the black nametag on Anna’s coat. “Soeur Adams,” she said. “You’re nuns?” He looked over at Soeur Buckley, […]
[…] the students to guess a letter. Elder Jenson sat with the students in a semi-circle facing the blackboard and Virginie, who sat two seats away, kept leaning across laps to beg hints from him. […]
[…] “Oh God have mercy on me!” I cried. The mercy came as I never expected: after I blacked out, powerful, striking images filled my mind. Things began to be revealed to me: unexpected truths […]
[…] to Dad. Besides, Jacob was suddenly keen to touch the wing himself. The feathers were shiny blue black, and he had to know if they were both as sharp and as soft as they […]
[…] a line appeared. He slid his finger along the line from left to right, then touched a black arrow that appeared beneath the line. Suddenly staccato strings filled the air, joined by vocals harsher […]
[…] and train tracks where Pappy kept his cows. My father shot some birds there: a male red-winged blackbird, a female red-winged blackbird, and a starling. Then he stuffed the birds. He didn’t stuff them […]
[…] grass. Her dress was a little fancier than the Amish usually wore: dark brown calico instead of black or gray wool. Her hair, too. She sort of looked like Princess Leia, if Leia were […]
[…] he lay in a satin-covered coffin with his skull bandaged. He was dressed for Sunday in a black suit and white shirt and tie. Darby had Jack with him when he took a final […]