“The bank man had been standing quietly by our picnic table, waiting to lock up the house. Around his waist he wore a live rattlesnake for a belt. Behind it, his stomach was a black hole of hunger.” — C.E. Medford Copy Share Image
“The bank man had been standing quietly by our picnic table, waiting to lock up the house. Around his waist he wore a live… — C.E. Medford Copy Share Image
“Our house was inside a black halo, thin as a soap bubble. Everything was squeezing in on us and everything was about to burst.” — C.E. Medford Copy Share Image
