Some Kinds of Love
Publication Year: 2013
Published by: University of Massachusetts Press
Series: Juniper Prize for Fiction
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In 1833, our village was ten white homesteads gripping the banks of green Niangua River mixed in with several huts of Delaware Indians who came and went depending on seasons we whites didn’t bother to understand. For the rare traveler there existed nothing of account here save Fleat’s meager store and the blacksmith’s. But it was not long before the road that wound...
Pleasures of the Neighborhood
When I come home from my shift at the United Parcel Service Warehouse at 4 a.m., I drop my weight belt to the kitchen floor and stare at the grocery sacks I have waiting for Donna Prince, my next door neighbor’s lustrous wife. Upstairs in my insect room, I flip the light, cross the wide, bare floor. Sitting, I rest my elbows at my work table, my chin in my hands ...
Even after the night of gunfire and cannon, of surging, drunken crowds on Market and Water Streets, all down the river front; after flares and rockets; even after the box-shaped gunboat finished thumping its bursts of fire and black mounds of smoke, men still staggered under the Weitzers’ window and paused at the visage of the brown Mississippi River, the nearly...
When Mike pulled into his ex-wife’s driveway, there was a shining blue GTO hogging the pavement. Mike wanted to crunch the car, to see the bumper dangle, see the “Love Your Local Fireman” bumper sticker squished into “v ir men.” The car belonged to Teresa’s new boyfriend. The custody...
Ifirst encountered Barabbas Nimmo, the man who may or may not be our suspect in the Ether Eddie case, when we were both eleven. Back then we had beautiful bodies, never bathed, and we were deadly serious about our games....
The Fencing Lady
In late October, Patty Pinchner, the sole person in charge of fencing, arrived in Seligman, Missouri from Arkansas. When Dale, the Highway Department’s inspector, drove his state truck onto the job, the leaves were in their full turn, dull brown and red; the morning was chilly, but he knew the...
My twelfth-floor office window in the United Fruit Company Building looks across St. Charles Avenue on the Hotel InterContinental. Here in my office, I would like to think, is the real life, the workaday world of designing catalog pages for Head Shoppe Gift Company, Ltd., owned by the ...
The Green Tomato Marquesa’s Night of a Thousand and One Triumphs
Jamil first encountered Maudelynne Arnot Dabb at the Eudora Welty Library where she was shelving books and where he was researching ways to blow up dams and poison water systems. ...
Tuesdays at the Center for Excellence
How did the burglar enter? That moot question addled Cruett’s mind as the gray figure slunk across his bedroom in blue moonlight. It had been such a quiet, fine March night, the clocks soon to spring forward and devour an hour’s extra languishing. And Cruett was drowsily relishing this hour when ...
Report on Performance Art in One Province of the Empire, Especially in Regard to Three Exhibitions Involving Swine
I am citizen Dennis Cyril Gebhardt. For Raytheon Co. (NYSE: RTN) in West Point, Mississippi, I supervise the engineering team that designs components which guide Cruise and Patriot missiles to their targets via a system of gyroscopes, accelerometers, temperature, infrared, and ultraviolet sensors, resistors, capacitors, and magnets that allow the missiles to...
Coin of the Realm
The first time Lawyer Ducat was called upon to serve his town of Port Gibson, Mississippi, a newly elected administration was gearing up in Washington, and all over the empire people were in a fervor, especially Ducat’s law partner, Priester. As soon as the steam whistle at the cottonseed oil mill hooted its call to work, heard all across the town, Priester lit in....
Mila Joins the Game
Mila Handrillill was possibly the greatest slow-pitch
softball player in Lawry City. That’s because Mila was
Mila experienced every moment as a blur. About an hour’s worth of sensations—sight, sound, smell, touch—all rushed in on him every second. It was normally the hour he was about to...
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