White Nights In Split Town City (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
      Mother wasn’t the only one holding her tail high that summer. What I noted most about her absence was the pheasant farm. The doctor had erected a coop on the corner of his property where it met ours. His birds strut around the fields in back of our house, noiseless, stubborn, brimming with pride. I watched them out the windows Mother had installed which looked out over the deck. Nightwalkers. Daywalkers. His birds were both. They had no respect for the hour of the day or the confines of their dwellings. There was an arrogance to their beauty that I found both attractive and abstinent. The way they hefted their legs and cocked their bright heads towards the sky, they were always stepping over something as though the very ground beneath them were rotten. We bordered the doctor’s run on the north east corner of a thickly wooded pine forest. Our scrub and shade was stopped short by a stone wall and a tangle of barbwire. On the other side of the wall lay the doctor’s plot, acres of pristinely plowed land on which he housed fields of corn or wheat or alfalfa depending on the season.
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