Dropping a milk bottle on the floor. Buying a picture postcard of an
angel. Beating rugs in the backyard within the backyard where the
clothes-line posts look like a ship, and the sun, a coin at the bottom
of a distant well.
To lose one’s wallet in an earth closet. To know one’s place
in the hierarchy and to feel the loss deep in one’s soul when the new
And still be able to keep all one’s balls in the air at once
by the gate while the jukebox is playing and big brother is scoring with
Everyday events in a backyard setting are the fulcrum of these short
stories about a not particularly average girl whose essential attribute
is that she doesn’t resign herself, doesn’t give up, and doesn’t close
her eyes to anything.
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