The man stoops over the lump, brushes at piled sand and stares into a woman’s face, her age indeterminate, arms around a girl-child. With care, he wraps canvas around both as if one, shivers in the heat, and marks the spot with tokens—a cholla flower and broken plastic jug.
Nancy Hartney wrote this story. See more at NancyHartney.com.
Love this…what is not said! And the shiver!!
Not a clue what this is meant to mean. It must be good.
Like this, lets you add your thoughts and ending to the story
A tragic ending that made me wonder about the rest of the story. Beautifully written.