the origin of clouds (a novel)#16
The house was empty. Everywhere Lincoln looked, there were places where things were missing. Abstract patches like absent pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, stamped into beige, living room carpet […]
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the origin of clouds (a novel)#14
It had taken Susan all of the twenty-three years since that moment to know her mother’s turning point. There she was, lonely to herself, growing another life inside […]
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)#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)#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 […]
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