Mr. Tall (2014)
“She was to step into her yard and fling a rock across the road when her husband went to sleep; Jack was to meet her behind the barn, money in hand. This farmer’s wife was widely known to possess both a strong arm and noteworthy accuracy, and, to the rabble who frequented the briar patch, her flung invitations often seemed more punitive than hospitable. So Jack waited in the briars, the black shapes of the berries plain against the less black sky, the berries not quite ripe, on a spot in the dir...t worn bare by waiting farm boys, the summer air as close and fetid as the breath of a cat. He tried not to think about the whore-flung, judgment-seeking meteorite that might at any moment drop out of the sky and render him senseless. He waited and drank odd-tasting white liquor out of an indifferently washed Mason jar until he came into a cloudy, metallic, buzzy-headed drunk.
The liquor had been a welcome, if, as it turned out, not entirely pleasant surprise. He had found it sitting upright in the middle of the road, the lid of the jar screwed on tight, as he had set out on his carnal errand.MoreLess
The liquor had been a welcome, if, as it turned out, not entirely pleasant surprise. He had found it sitting upright in the middle of the road, the lid of the jar screwed on tight, as he had set out on his carnal errand.MoreLess
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