Exhumed

In the end, a four-day rain gave up my family's secret.

The Photo That Never Was

There was a message on my phone last night.  From my dad.
[Imagine Harvey Keitel's voice here]:
"....I put leftover chicken in the yard today.....for the birds....and a vulture landed in the yard and ate it....in the yard....a vulture...  then it flew up and sat on that skull you made years ago (a plaster skull I left at the house a long time ago [I didn't make it])....a vulture sitting on a skull...and I don't have a camera....  a VULTURE....on a SKULL....  and I DON'T have a camera....." [mumbles.  hangs up.]

Probably looked exactly like this.

Next Door

Familiarity breeds contempt--and children.

Mark Twain


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