Storygram #155

Storygram #155

The day is just right, enough to freeze the lake to a solid floor but no breeze to chill the bones. My thermos is filled with 16 ounces of hot cocoa, and my heart is filled with high hopes that the fish are biting.

Storygram #147

Storygram #147

The stacked stones that refused to fall greet me at the site of my most powerful memory. The trees have laid siege to it. The animals nest in its crevices. I touch the remains of my earliest home and feel that it is dead.

Storygram #145

Storygram #145

When you’re nervous about where you are, your senses become heightened to everything you do in that place. For him being nervous was close to having a nightmare. His senses were always heightened.

Storygram #77

Storygram #77

Each day was like putting together a puzzle, without knowing what picture it formed. He knew he had all the pieces. He knew he would figure it out in time. But there was no guide to help him, no end goal or instructions—only daily guesses.

Storygram #25

Storygram #25

The property taxes had steadily risen each year. Now, we were the last farm in the entire county, and our land had been sealed on every side by concrete.

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