Thomas Reynolds | The 2River View, 9.4 (Summer 2005) | ||
Bluegrass The founder of bluegrass wears an ill-fitting pork pie hat and abuses his unattractive wife, tying her to the bed, telling her it was all her fault. The ill-constructed cabin overlooking the creek is a sieve to winter winds, draining away his will, leaving only kernels of hate. Just before sunset, diphtheria killed the child who played in the corner building log cabins out of corn cobs. The cabin is dark, save for embers, and wind screams through wall cracks, echoes in the dead grass. All night he plays the fiddle, a gift from his father three hundred miles away, above the wife's moans and rustling of bluegrass. |
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