Arch and Pitt and Turner ambled over to me and dropped at my feet all the letters they had plundered. “You might read ’em,” Arch said. “I won’t.” “Can’t,” said Pitt. “Won’t ’cause I can’t,” Arch admitted. “Take these with ’em,” Pitt said. He dropped a cloth satchel of mail they’d found when they ...
She’d sit on the edge of her bed, long hair down, down to the floor and shaking as she brushed and brushed, shadows ebbing from the room and early light flowing in through both windows. Her hair was as long as her story and she couldn’t walk when her hair was not woven into dense braids and pinne...
Up the short driveway from the street was a refurbished house that had once been a duplex of shotgun apartments. Now the place was nicely painted a shiny yellow, and a broad, rounded, black and white awning spread over the two original doors.Shade parked a ways down the block, then walked along t...