A STORY OF LOVE, WAR, AND ARTFUL ENDEAVORS
- The New Work of Fiction by SUSAN DIODATI
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
“I need to find
out who did it, Daddy. Help me. Please?"
vulnerability touches him. She is
inexperienced in so many things.
It is partly his doing for protecting Constance has
been his raison d’être, the
foundation of his life. David massages the small flat stone that he
carries in his pocket and wonders...
race-walking at seven-thirty on Tuesday morning. Rolling waves of mist darken
to purple. Suddenly, the sinister
mass tears across the sky. Roaring thunder quickens Constance’s pace. Wind rages out of nowhere heaving
Constance into a run. It was absolutely still a minute ago…