I am going. I have borne this bitterness too many years. The children are with their grandmother. I will come back to them in six days as though I had only gone to the moondark house. I cannot leave them to her. Look what she did to me.
There is starlight enough to see by. The long grass reflects it, the trees by the river swallow it. I walk in the light. No one can stop me.
No one will see me here, in the dark of the moon, in the dark under the trees.
All my life I have gone stumbling in the...
Published on December 29, 2009 10:21