White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

clearing the wild briars that had overgrown the gravel driveway during the long summer.

His blue work shirt was dark with sweat at the collar despite the midday chill in the air.

I watched him set the logs down on the porch floor, the wood landing with a heavy, hollow thud against the cedar planks.

He wiped his brow with the back of his sleeve and looked continue reading …