The Faces of Things, Two

“Daniel!” Wendy called. She came outside and stared up at the roof, expecting to see her son there, then cast her eyes around the paddock, disoriented. So many days had gone by with such little sleep, the hours were melding. She went back inside and checked the clock. “Relax, Wendy,” she reassured herself, heading back [...]

The Jig

Crofton would watch his girlfriend dance. And dance she did, at every opportunity, and without the restraint with which she spoke and behaved—a very nimble, articulate kind of jig she said her mother had shown her, and her mother before her. At the barn dances she drew attention when, as the music stopped and people, [...]