creative writing, fiction
On an August night in the dying part of the North Country summer, there is no moon, only stars, and the dark sweeps fast over the sky and beds into the grass with the cattle. The night is still. A crowd encircles a barn with a sagging roof. The people murmur, clasp hands, shuffle in place. Men, women, and children place objects inside the barn—faded photographs, old dolls, clothing, letters. A young woman, crying, rests a pair of small boots inside the barn door. Across the road at the far end of the field stands a Ford dealership.
Monahan, Justin Patrick. "Barnburner." MUSe 2.1 (2015): n. pag. Web. 21 April 2016.
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