I used to mow the graveyard next to a church in South Strafford,
Summer Job
New Paint on Worn Walls
I feel your pain from afar. Breach of trust on any level is hard to bear,
Thus Bad Begins by Javier Marias
Javier Marais is fond of laying out all the possibilities: of what might have happened in the past, of what might be going on now, not in general, but line-per-line as the story unfolds.
Injury
Owen was circling phonemes on the patio of the coffee shop when the owner stuck her swan neck out the back door and yelled, “White Dodge, you’re being towed!”
The End of Eddy by Édouard Louis
The End of Eddy reads like an extended, intense essay, dashed off in white heat.
Jiangxi Soviet
Xiao Fan looked up as the words were severed in the air. The scythe was no longer in his hand. Instead it was arcing downwards automatically, except not automatically, because it had been taken deftly from his grip by his elderly father who now slashed at their assailant in blind fury.