Monday, January 16, 2017

ARRIVAL

Surrounded by rye fields, the train station consisted of a platform and a ticket booth. Above the birch grove that sprawled between my raring-to-go group and Vishenky, the golden cross of the church sparkled in the blinding late-morning sun. The calm air smelled of cut grass and cornflowers. Only Luke’s whistling disturbed the countryside’s tranquility. Each trill sliced my sleep-deprived brain into pieces. 

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Sunday, January 15, 2017

SUNSET

Long shadows sprawled over the surface. I savored my favorite part of the day, the last hour before sunset, from the wooden steps that led to the water. The puckish deities that had pestered the land since morning, the breeze and the heat, had gone to torment other places and realms. Puffs of harmless gnats swirled in the quiet air, and the kids played badminton on the packed dirt road.

The finest afternoon of the season.

The darkest hours of my life. 



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Saturday, January 14, 2017

GARDEN

The stars had faded, and the night had lost its charm. Hushed gloom still wrapped the apple trees, but soon the skylark would announce the birth of a new day. I was so fatigued I felt lightheaded. I closed my eyes and inhaled the silence.

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Thursday, January 12, 2017

MOLE CRICKETS

Mole crickets lived underground in my garden. I didn’t encounter them often, but I knew they were there, the unsightly nocturnal creatures. Just like some of my secrets, burrowed deeply in my soul. 

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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

BANYA

I pressed my back against the fence of the last house. The packed dirt road that circled the village glowed as if made of chalk. A ravine slashed through the field in front of me and flattened out as it reached the river. The moon, bright as a projector, illuminated the placid water surface and somebody’s log sauna, banya.

No dogs. No dead body.

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