Into the Loom of Shadows/ Louise Erdrich
The late afternoon light slanted low from the west, and he brought out the kitchen chairs and a dishpan. It seemed to Thomas, as they sat in the sinking radiance, shucking bits of shell from the meat, dropping nuts into a dishpan, that he should hold on to this. Whatever was said, he should hold […]
Knowing it was too late/ William Faulkner
The horse thundered past and on, for an instant in furious silhouette against the stars, the tranquil early summer night sky which, even before the shape of the horse and rider vanished, stained abruptly and violently upward: a long, swirling roar incredible and soundless, blotting the stars, and he springing up and into the road […]
