If you misstep just six inches to your right, you will fall right into it. It swirls brightly and is fit only for trout to live in. If you do misstep, you will plunge up to your neck in the freezing water. Of all the swimming holes along Big Creek, those deep pockets of cold [...]
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Some nights, running his rig down Highway 25 through Hot Springs, Errid would go past the brown brick building. He’d glance to see if any lights glowed in the three trailers out back, like maybe she still worked there. Maybe she worked there right now, her black nylon slip sticking to her belly and her [...] Sister Hayes, she lifts her eyes up to the Lord so hard they roll back. She sings sacred songs and dances, quick-stepping and jerking as the anointing descends. It descends like a tree a’falling. It falls like a wall of water. It walls up all fear of darkness. It fears no man or serpent. Sister Hayes, she [...] |
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