There’s a face on my living room wall. It was behind the bookshelf. I don’t know why I moved the shelf. I guess since the house is mine now, after my parents left it to me, I just wanted to rearrange some stuff. Anything to make it look less like the place I spent myContinue reading “The Face On My Wall”
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Harvest
“This might be the year.” Dale reckons. I nod. He doesn’t need to get specific. The last two harvests have been bad, and considering we just shoveled four rows of stalk-rotted corn into a cart, this one may be our last. Dale laughs bitterly. “Denny, did’ya hear what Willard Towman said in English class yesterday?Continue reading “Harvest”