Category: obit

  • Birdeggs

    Birdeggs

    Sitting crosslegged, so that perspiration collected behind her knees, Velma Peach tore up thick blades of grass in her front yard. The strands were tough, “crabgrass” her father had called it, and they jabbed at the soft flesh of her palms. She ripped and ripped, then rubbed the shards against her hands, staining them green.…