Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Noises Drifting

       The midsummer heat had raised a mist on the river, making the crowd noises drifting over the water seem detached, dreamlike. It could have been the Styx - the distant welter, the voices of the doomed. It could also have been the Ohio river on a hot, humid July afternoon with a baseball game in progress. It was a day to make you a little soft in the brain.

Extenuating Circumstances
Jonathan Valin


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