From the monthly archives:

November 2005

Chinook

November 19, 2005

If Annette’s mother was on the floor, her jaw askew from a punch firmly delivered and her head bloody from the blow it took in the fall that followed, and she was seriously dead, no blame can be laid except to the wind, the damnable, disreputable wind. My worry was that police and lawyers and [...]

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