short story. 9 august 2022

blue cloudless sky. a tree planted near the concrete bench by the grave cast dappled shade that wavered with the slight breeze.

behind me, outside my peripheral vision, NHØP played his upright bass while red-winged blackbirds darted above the tasseled heads of corn and i shaved curls of balsa wood strips.

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