13 June 2011

Bread on the Table

A green and swelling moon over a tree choked with kudzu tells poor Respite Welk it's time to go home and go to sleep.  Pultenham County is closing its eyes and praying for dreams.

Respite takes a last look at the shattered body on the ground before him, jingles the keys in his pocket, bids a quiet "good evening" to Sheriff Morgan and begins his slow walk home.

The seven lights of Dyerville look a little like a constellation and Respite Welk remembers red wine-live jazz-smoky club nights full of laughter with friends under bright lights back in Albany, seeming like a lifetime ago now.  The heat of summer in Pultenham County covers his memories like a damp wool blanket and anything that even thinks of trying to gasp for air can just go right to hell.

It is a very slow walk home.  Always a very slow walk back home.

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