Abstract
She had been gone only a week when she returned. It may have been longer.
I brought something, she said.
She walked in and through the house, and he followed. In the backyard, she held her hands out to him, together, palms up. Like holding them under running water, like cupping something delicate. The pose reminded him of a painting, though he couldn't picture one specifically. He wondered if such an image existed and, if not, how one should. Inside her hands was a pile of plastic stars, the kind that stick to ceilings and glow at night.
Recommended Citation
Burch, Aaron
(2010)
"Overcast,"
Booth: Vol. 2
:
Iss.
7
, Article 1.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol2/iss7/1
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