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He went to town and came back some and took the atv out hunting and stayed gone for days at a time and the snow clouds rolled grey and determined down off the mountains like cavalries of smoke, as if God had stamped out a great fire in heaven.
He came through the door after one of the hunting trips, late of a Sunday afternoon, shedding his coat and stomping the cold off him.
"Cole Harden," she traded him the coat for a cup of coffee, "what is out there moving around that you can kill in this cold?"
"Wasn't nothing this time, anyway."
She made him supper and they talked about things they'd talked about before and some they hadn't and the wind made cooing sounds in the eves. He woke in the night again and the wind had gotten stronger and he looked at her for a long time, the shadow where her eyelashes met her cheek, moonlight in the room like a pale stranger come to honor the dead and her hands clutching the comforter as if it might blow off of them.
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Comment by Brittany on January 9, 2013 at 10:36am There is both a coarse and a smooth and sensitive side to this piece. You balance them nicely with wonderful images.
Comment by Angela on November 2, 2012 at 6:37pm Everyone already knows how I feel about longing, and this is a fine example of my favorite emotion. Cole has a deep yearning for something and I will not attempt to claim what it is. It may be none of our business. Your final sentence made me so lonely, and I thank you for that. (absolutely no sarcasm here) That's the only way I know to describe it.
Comment by Stephen Torelli on November 2, 2012 at 12:33am "Cole Harden"... a tough guy name that I've always liked.
Comment by Gita on November 1, 2012 at 11:58pm Cole Harden: the name has a flinty feel to it. It's the name of a private eye or a cowboy, but not a certified public accountant. He could be a country western singer, too, and a stone killer. I wonder at the names we choose for our characters.
Lapham made a smart observation (no surprise) about the going to town and coming back some and then going to hunt. Normally I would expect this in a longer story and not a Six -- taking time, pulling the shades or curtains in stages to reveal the story to the reader. It is good to remember the slow reveal even when writing short. Nice tryptich, these dumplins.
Comment by Paul de Denus on November 1, 2012 at 5:41pm I don't know what it is about this but it makes me want to stop writing and start all over again. There are are hand full of writers here who have that effect. Glad I'm here. Nailed it Jamie.
Comment by Bill Lapham on November 1, 2012 at 3:58pm
Comment by Bill Floyd on November 1, 2012 at 10:00am "...cavalries of smoke, as if God had stomped out a great fire in heaven." "...a pale stranger come to honor the dead and her hands clutching the comforter as if it might blow off them." Had to write those out myself to kick start the day. WOW.
Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on November 1, 2012 at 9:53am I loved the last line; it told me all I needed to know.
Comment by Diana E. Backhouse on November 1, 2012 at 9:48am The first sentence of your last paragraph conjures up such a cosy picture.
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