September 22, 2012 § Leave a comment
Oleander said nothing more. I put her photo away, and picked up a picture of young man on a tractor. It was Ervin.
“Y’know,” he said, “sometimes I feel like there’s an invisible string tied around my chest, and someone or something is on the other end, tugging on it. Usually I can ignore the feeling and it’ll go away, but this time, it’s stronger than ever. I think I’ll ask Uncle Orville if I can borrow his old pickup, and I’ll just let whoever’s on the other end of the string reel me in.”