Light On The Dock
I rowed out at first light with Thomas in the stern, wrapped in the wool coat of my grandfather, and the harbor lay still as poured glass. The chart of …
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Duane And The Canoe
The diver who broke the surface of Burntside Lake at 10:14 that morning held up a rusted metal box in one gloved hand, about the size of a loaf of …
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The door of the little brick house in Macon opened before I could knock, and the woman standing in it was about thirty eight, tall and slender, in a nurse …
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The stone in the cemetery at Lima was small and gray, tilted a little to the left, half covered by the long grass of November. I knelt in front of …
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My sister Claudette called from Baton Rouge at ten past eight that morning, and the first words out of her mouth were, “Earl, sit down, and do not hang up …
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The first man down my basement stairs was a state crime scene technician in white coveralls and blue gloves, and I stood at the top of the steps with Officer …
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The little white house on Bayou Teche stood at the end of a long shell drive shaded by live oaks, with green shutters and a deep front porch where somebody …
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The bottom drawer of the desk of my husband stuck, as it always had, and I had to lift it and jerk it the way he did. Under the tax …
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The state mine inspector who knocked on my door at dawn was a tall, quiet man named Warren Haddix, with a gray mustache and a clipboard under his arm, and …
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The old man who climbed out of the car with Florida plates walked straight down the boardwalk to my shack, slowly, with a cane in one hand and a paper …
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