Dad’s 250

I should offer no perspective on superheros because while I've seen some of their movies, I can't remember many details other than that quite a few of them wear capes, though I don't imagine why.  Batman, for example, "the caped crusader," takes a car everywhere he goes, doesn't he?  The batmobile.  And if he can't …

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Dad’s Day 249

Every Fall, my dad took down the screens from our house's windows and replaced them with storm windows which had spent the summer stacked in the crawl space beneath the first-floor bedroom in which my parents slept. The windows were difficult to pull out because the crawl space was too narrow to allow Dad to …

Dad’s 248

She was about 50 years old, wore an Amish dress held together with pins, and on her hair was  the black prayer covering, indicating that she was married.  She would have woken in a house that had no electricity, cooked breakfast on a wood-burning stove, and come to work in a horse-drawn buggy or, on …

Day 247

National Novel Writing Month! Day 25 I reach out to touch him, afraid he’s an illusion, that I’ve finally lost the sanity no one believed I really had. He’s blurry and I blink, hot tears dripping onto his bare skin. There are puncture holes from needles, burn marks like someone hooked him to wires. Probably …

Day 246

National Novel Writing Month! Violence warning for this entry. Day 24 The office building is quiet as we gather in the alley behind. I nod to Rex and he steps forward, connecting a drive to the back door. It’s a tense minute while it unlocks. We enter the door and head to the lifts, Rex …

Day 245

National Novel Writing Month! Day 23 I wind my way back to Zivon’s “shop,” taking a different winding route this time. I ping Mateo on the way, sending him another location. Zivon has the door open when I arrive, smiling as I approach. “Welcome back, Dylan Davis.” “Hi, Zivon. I need a favor.” He crosses …

Dad’s 246

Practice:  Revision of Day 246 Character Thumbnail   Sunday afternoon--that part of the week made for tall glasses of lemonade and back-porch naps--had settled onto Darlington and the surrounding countryside.  The birds had perfected the songs they had spent the week rehearsing and the bees were buzzing in harmony; but to Arthur, head cheese man …