As she watched Josiah repairing the wood-stove, she nearly wondered aloud. What the hell was she doing? Why come back here? She had no good answer for that; or, more accurately, the answer didn’t seem enough. This baby. Josie was once almost her father-in-law, but she had walked out on his son and this baby … Continue reading
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Day 91 of 35
In the morning, Amber woke to silence—the bird was still asleep beneath its cover and seemed to have disappeared like a magician’s assistant. Josiah had lit another fire and left a note and a pot of oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins for her. I’m at your place. No rush. You need to eat. –J. … Continue reading
Day 70 of 35
There was a quiet hymn in the cars that passed on the street below the second story balcony. She stood in a summer dress that made him remember peacocks at the zoo his mom had taken him to when he was seven. He had forgotten about the zoo. In fact, it seemed to him that … Continue reading
Day 59 of 35
Amber left the Datsun up by the highway and walked the quarter mile into the park. The wind came from the west. When she stood here she knew where she was in respect to all 4 points on the compass. The entrance to the park faced east, and Reno was always north. She buried her … Continue reading
Day 29 of 35
Catarina squawked as the door opened. Amber felt the warmth of the small room reach out as she walked up the steps. Josie moved aside to let her in, and immediately she was wrapped in the nearly-uncomfortable heat generated by the fire. “She doesn’t like the cold,” Josie said. “Being tropical and all.” Amber knew … Continue reading