XIII Carolina Blue Skies Mac – 1994 . . . As Mac came over a hill he could see Speck reaching into his trunk and unloading several boxes of clay targets. He was quietly singing. Mac pulled over and sat down on a cedar bench by his car, unobtrusive and listening. “So they’re going to bust … Continue reading
* Doves is a chapter from Providence: The Story, a book I wrote for my family in 2013. Story XVIII Doves Gill Jr and Gill III – 2012 It had been a few years since Gill spent a fair deal of quality time at the place. Daily life was busy and he rarely made the … Continue reading
It should have been a fast drift over the caddis riffle, a clunking clacking scuttle on thin water. He just needed to get the gold watch and go on. Around that bend before it, he mashed his oars deep into the water and drifted to allow the dew from the day before anoint him from … Continue reading
A perfect solunar period and the brisk and unexpected first snap of cold across a day, grey and windy. Out over the edges, he broke his head through the dense line. Above that sleek thick head, long knurled tines forked out, plastered in dark rotting bark. They swayed gently with caution in a rhythmic cadence … Continue reading
The best days in life fall into place, for the most part, unplanned. Drops that ripple through stillness of permanent chaos, experiencing joy through the serendipitous activity of youth. Mac again stumbled into one of these days, living through feelings without pausing to reflect on them. Captive in moments with a permanent grin. Today the … Continue reading
* Exodus is the first chapter in Providence: A Story by William Kelly Mac’s left foot had a subtle tingle. The outer edge of his small toes had flickered in numbness for years. The only awareness of pain from this generally unobtrusive deadness was in the dark and quiet hours when he lay awake and … Continue reading
* Gone Out West is the fifth chapter in Providence: A Story by William Kelly A grasshopper. Long and thick foam cigarette butt with appendages. Floating out there with Geppetto over the rocks. Pale foam body underneath the furry parts. A thick synthetic post over its thorax and grizzly chicken hackle spun around. Turkey wings … Continue reading
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