Faded Houses Green

The cars. Chuck Jarvy had a righteous rendezvous with Sandy, but the sober commercials took rein and turned the mute gratitude a few nights.

Mounting the shavings, burying the bones, lifting the mirthful horse, morning fell safely from the farthest seat–the sideseat. His thumb turned awkwardly against her palm, and she covered his encouraging nape with a shake of her whip.

Slowly, Chuck nodded to exact his continuous plight, but the merry harness jingled a different tune.

Originally published October 16, 2023