“I could put my cigarette out in it,” the man said and laughed a little. Blond and tall and lean. He rolled the window up with his other hand to keep ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot though it was barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,” he said. Jay…
Making Cider
There is the day your friend visits and finds the trees heavy with fruit. Ripe. Rotten almost. The apples riddled with worms. You’ve let them drop to the ground. One after another. Hoping a bear will come. Or deer. To eat the apples. Your friend says, you know these will make great cider, right? …
