the origin of clouds (a novel)#12
By the time they dragged Laura out of the bathroom, Susan had made up her mind about the three men in white. She had tracked their stiff, white, […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#11
There were many nights when mother crying while father yelled pulled Susan from the static drift of her dreams. She’d lie awake in bed, a cocoon of distractions, tracing […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#10
She was three years old, the age when children begin to notice that there are things that big people call answers, for why the sky is blue and grass […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#9
It was feeling swirling around the thick, nervy pulp, “I love you.” As if it was written in breath, encapsulated in a still, transparent moment she traced back to […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#8
That moment came. It was not as she had expected, life succumbing to the sudden snap of a rainstorm. After days of walking amid decaying perplexities, loving a man […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#7
A week passed, and then two, and then Susan stopped pleading with Lincoln to “let it go… comeback” to her and the children. She gave up thinking that words, […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#6
That was before the nightmares returned and every morning felt like another burden. Before he began craving the taste of that shit again! That bitter taste which caused his tongue […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#5
When they got married the second time, Lincoln promised he would stop shooting dope, give up his hustle, settle down and get a nine-to-five to take care of her […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#4
There stood Lincoln Douglass Kind. A man with three last names and no legacy, save five children who had grown up without him ever fully being there and an […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#3
Strange Love guided himself up twenty-two flights of stairs, occasionally stopping to catch his breath and adjust himself and once again thought, “How long the elevator been broke?” before […]
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