Me, my sisters, my brother, the older cousins, the younger cousins, we squeezed in wherever, even in the crevice behind the backseat, meant to be the trunk.
All tagged broken
Me, my sisters, my brother, the older cousins, the younger cousins, we squeezed in wherever, even in the crevice behind the backseat, meant to be the trunk.
She came out crying, holding her right arm. To my untrained eye, nothing seemed broken.
A total of seventeen hours of flight over three days found us half broken and drained at our doorstep. Our house looked strange.
Not far from Edgcumbe Road, where pines offer their shade and scent, I meet a craggy snowbank that a homeowner failed to shovel early, when it was soft and new.
I choose rye, it seems dignified and things are awfully broken.