By Jojo
We spend the summer resenting each other. His parents hired me to teach him English and follow the dust clouds he kicks up on the road to the beach. We sit on the veranda in the citric glow of sunset. There’s a cry from the yard.
We wade through waist-high weeds, then crouch to watch kittens blindly sniffing the air. But we leave them, thinking of the fox kit his father drowned in the laundry’s cast-iron sink.
He cries until dawn creeps in; then I hold him as he sleeps. Outside a cat slinks past, a mouse caught in its jaws.
Beautiful. Leaves you wanting to know more.
Thank you so much! It’s a snippet from a much, much longer piece. Maybe one day I’ll finish it!
I admire the beauty of the language here as well as the contrast set up between care and violence. Well done.
Thank you!
Hit me right in the gut! Lovely writing!
Thank you!
yeah, there is more of a story there. Lots going on really. Nice writing.
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So much story told in a few words! I want to read the rest.
Thanks! Now I’m motivated to finish it!
Well done. I’m on the side of the vixen
Thank you for reading!