Fiction

Remnants { Excerpt }

Roger returned from his day in town to find a white Cadillac, empty and idling, parked on the gravel next to his pole barn. The driver’s side window was open, the heat blowing full bore. Outside, the temperature hovered near freezing, as it had for weeks in this, the coldest September on record in southern Wisconsin. Roger reached in and turned off the car’s ignition. On the wet snow coating the grass he saw where the driver had stumbled out and walked a few half-moons before heading toward his corn. Stalks at the field’s edge were disturbed, pushed apart just wide enough to tunnel through.

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