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Death Comes for Maggie McDaniel (free)

By Grayson Bray Morris
6,300 words · 23-minute reading time
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From the author: I’m waiting for April like usual, up on the flat rock. I got a bottle of wine with me, also ...


I’m waiting for April like usual, up on the flat rock. I got a bottle of wine with me, also like usual, and it’s mighty hard not to screw off the cap and start without her. But April’s eyes go wide and frightened when I drink alone, like she’s seeing into a future with a girlfriend who gets drunk and beats on her like her daddy does now, so I make myself wait.

It’s pretty up here, back behind the MacLiven homestead up the mountain. The moon’s so close you think you ought to could touch it, and this big, flat lip of rock is wide enough to lie on, both of us, and summer nights like this one it’s nice and cool against your cheek. You can see flat across the valley, past April’s house and past mine, past town, on down to the river and across, back up the next mountain. And it’s quiet, quiet enough so a girl can hear herself think for a change.

I’m whistling, swinging my legs off the edge and just letting my mind wander in peace when I finally hear her shuffling through the leaves. My...

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