Year: 2014

If it wasn’t clear before, I’ll spell it out now: MeeMaw had something that was winnowing her bones, said the doctors, and it came with a side helping of dementia.

That which is inside you must be trusted. Soul’s compass. These seas are not familiar, the wake drifts in an odd direction and the tiller shivers beneath the unsteady hand.

As he smashed the fire extinguisher through the Vend-O-Matic’s Plexiglass window, Matthew thought of a first sentence: “On Monday morning, Hank Peterson’s boss called him into his office to discuss his performance.”