Even after they died they never left the yard. I see them every dusk
through my bedroom curtains in the light that filters through the black
oak. Mama with horns made by brother Gregory's fingers over her head,
and sister Janey smiling in her white shorts, her husband Johnnie
laughing. And Papa tall above them all, he doesn't have to talk, his
eyes say my name, Caroline, Caroline, come to the window, Caroline, it
is late and we are waiting.
Jessica Breheny is the author of Some Mythology. She teaches at San Jose City College and is the
fiction editor for Ping Pong, a journal of art and literature published by the Henry Miller
Library in Big Sur.
To link to this story directly: http://wigleaf.com/201011thieves.htm
Photo (front and back are seen above, and detail on main page): found by JB in a thrift-shop book on the occult called Mysteries.
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