The bridge. It had become her obsession, filling the emptiness Michael had left behind. When she got to her mom’s, she would put David to bed. She’d kiss him, tell him to be a good boy. She’d take a walk, sit on that bridge, and dream about flying. Yes, she’d dream about flying all the way down. —from The Creek Watcher by Feivel Wolff
The day began and ended in the barn. “Make sure you water the hogs and hay the cattle. Last one out—shut out the lights.” —from Snapshots: Rose Hill Farm by Martha Moore Davis