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McCutchen’s Bones: p.4

May 11, 2012February 10, 2012 by David Mark Brown

On the evenly packed soil of the garden path, I prepared this time for a more graceful landing. Five feet from the shed, I threw my leg out like a ball player sliding into first. The moment my backside struck the dirt, the corner of the shed exploded into splinters above me. I shielded my … Read more McCutchen’s Bones: p.4

McCutchen’s Bones: p.5

May 11, 2012February 10, 2012 by David Mark Brown

“Take your sweet time. I swear, young’uns these days. No respect for their elders. Just a boilin’ away with a fever, no hurry.” A woman not quite as old as my father and darker skinned than a moonless night shooed me into the middle of the room. After shutting the front door, she barred it. … Read more McCutchen’s Bones: p.5

McCutchen’s Bones: p.6

May 11, 2012February 10, 2012 by David Mark Brown

I’d been able to decrease the frequency of the treatments, but I doubted I’d ever stop smoking all together. If I wasn’t just a bundle of complexities. Response still sluggish and muscles working like they were submerged in butter, I pulled myself onto the hay loft and dangled my legs over the edge. After popping … Read more McCutchen’s Bones: p.6