She heard a commotion outside just a few spaces away, so she wiped the condensation off the window with her jacket sleeve and looked into the parking lot. There stood a tall lanky man with a bright red sweatshirt that proudly proclaimed: ‘Jesus is the Reason for the Season’. Beside him stood his gaunt and wearied looking wife and two preschool aged children. He stood shouting and cursing at an older couple for having pushed their shopping cart too close to his Mustang. “You idiot! I guess you left your brains back in the checkout line, along with all the other morons that I have run into tonight! Can you actually see, old man, or are those glasses as ancient as you are?”
Contractions: A Story
Clara slipped her feet into the stirrups, knees spread. Naked from the waist down, she felt the chill of the sterile room beneath the thin gown as the technologist handed her the wand, properly lubricated, and told her to guide it between her legs. The silent vision appeared, and out of the darkness materialized the uproar of the womb.
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"Where the Crawdads Sing" by wildlife scientist Delia Owens is marketed as an “ode to natural world,” but Owens takes the theme further than a simple celebration of nature and into the realm of morality. At the heart of the novel is this presupposition: what is natural is inherently moral. Owens’ story follows Kya Clark,…
Bone of Bones 