Not None by Bruce Holland Rogers
The restaurant was a short drive from the assisted living center, so once a month, Flip took his grandfather there for a “jail break.”
The restaurant was a short drive from the assisted living center, so once a month, Flip took his grandfather there for a “jail break.”
I’m standing at the south rim of the Grand Canyon taking photographs of florid purple striations, of undulating rock that sinks to alarming depths.
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I’ve got this house in the desert. They won’t find us there. You can wear a rose in your hair. Tomorrow is close, still small, still inert.