Hurricanes come to town by throwing one arm up over the southern horizon and then another and then the whole old ghost drags itself through town, wet with other people’s despair.
Hurricanes come to town by throwing one arm up over the southern horizon and then another and then the whole old ghost drags itself through town, wet with other people’s despair.
I’m confused or my brain’s not working right or both (probably). Is part of this one missing or am I missing something?
Nope, that’s it. Just a little thought about other kinds of things that haunt us.
LOL sorry it went over my head, I’ve been on pain meds today so was foggy. Will re-read and absorb. :)
This is one is perfect. You summon a lot in a compact space.
I felt like, when you read them all at once, that there needed to be just a little something after the last story, a little break before the last bunch.