It was the August I was sixteen. Five months from the springtime when I’d passed my driver’s test with an 82, a score nobody really brags about. Then or now. Stick shift or not. Of the four of us kids, only Sara and I were still at home and available to make the dwindling family […]
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When we saw the deer, it was stradding both lanes. Like it was waiting for something. Only we weren’t sure it’d still be waiting when we got close. Which was when I stomped on the brakes and listened as our tires signed their names with a thirty foot strip of rubber. The deer watched…appeared to […]