She said her hair was red as blood, and he said it already was the color of a penny and he liked to picture it the way it was.… more
She said her hair was red as blood, and he said it already was the color of a penny and he liked to picture it the way it was.… more
“The scar shifted with each movement, crawling like a snake across his torso, emerging from his shorts just to the right of his belly button, cutting across his chest and ending where his nipple would have been had it not been gouged away by the shrapnel.” … more
True grit ain’t as easy as it looks, he said. You’ve got to get dirty if you want to live. … more
We first saw the homeless man while stopped at an intersection on the way to Waffle House. Chet and Tadd—two of McCoy’s fraternity brothers—sat in the bed of the truck, already buzzed and anxious to officially start the bachelor weekend festivities. “Chet’s got a history with this sort of thing,” McCoy said. “With what?” I… more
It all comes out, no matter how many years later. He hated that photo, but it was telling the truth.… more
“See every small town has its own Peace Dove and a man like John who winds up his friend.”… more
Skip knocked on the cabin door. Didn’t get an answer. Walked right in. The place was as he remembered it. Stuffed with stuffed animals. Birds and foxes on fake wood perches. Deer heads hovering over the wood-burning stove. Largemouth bass in exaggerated poses of high drama. A stink hung in the air like a chandelier.… more
I don’t believe what they said happened in that Burger King, in that motel room. Whatever was, there must have been a moment when a word, a breath’s work, would have mattered.… more
“Beer Bob is my go-to Bob, my everyday Bob. He’ll come over and we’ll drink a beer. He’s also Working Bob—meaning really working, not just farting around on the computer… more