such a day

A heavy rain drew welts across the courthouse lawn but spared the lemon trees. The girl watched several old men bunch around the drooped branches, stoop to pick up the fallen fruit, then set each one down precisely where it had dropped. Occasionally, a mindful dog would roll one along with its nose, mouth it […]

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The storm

We sit cross-legged on the scatter rug and listen to the rain peck at the windows. The water fractures itself against the screen and it draws patterns I want to trace with my fingers. We have a box of candles on the kitchen table, for when the dark comes back inside. She leans into me […]

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