A short story about sudden bursts of violence and love on one hot spring day in American suburbia
By Monica Drake for Flash Fridays by Tin House, part of the Guardian Books Network
The diabetic alcoholic across the street had lost all limbs by now. He only came out anymore for Medi-Van transport to dialysis. It took two strong men to hoist him and his wheelchair down the splintered wooden front stairs. He lived alone with his aging mother, who never came out to wave goodbye. That mother? I’d guess she was about a hundred and fourteen by now.
She was on a reverse mortgage, hidden away.
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