Fiction That Knows Better, But Doesn't Care
Auggie looked at the boy suspiciously. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I don’t know what you mean, sir.” His red coat was faded from the long Virginia summer. “The hell you don’t. I walked outside this morning and found my favorite fruit tree hugging the grass.” “The one near the Rappahannock River? … Read more
The address led Rachel to a forgotten street. Ancient elm trees laced their branches overhead, casting a perpetual twilight over houses that had settled deep into their foundations, their paint peeling. Professor E.S. Ward’s house, number seventeen, was the most neglected. A low stone wall, half-swallowed by ivy, marked a yard where weeds had long … Read more