Tag Archives: Fathers and Sons

Cutting

Cutting

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I found my father’s bed at the end of the corridor. A nurse held his pallid arm up to the light. She adjusted one of the tubes and lowered his arm back to his side. In the neighboring bed, a man older than my father was connected to beeping monitors. He followed me with his eyes. Landis and my mom turned their heads as the nurse walked out.

“What are you doing here?” asked Landis.more

Learning the Pig

Learning the Pig

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“He twisted and rolled the pebble between his fingers, staring straight ahead at the black pig, lying tied to a post sunk in bone grey dirt in the middle of the fieldmore

Kings

Kings

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Those gnarled and arthritic hands, back now bowed like the hooked end of a gaffe, his dad once seemed like the most powerful man in the world.more