tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60792832011-04-22T00:19:00.532-04:00Short Stories. Never quite finished.Deborah Vatchernoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079283.post-77400291155967024332007-10-29T18:34:00.000-04:002008-11-13T07:38:03.412-05:00

GOAT FARM Ajax and Caruso wandered into the kitchen, while the percolator boiled on the stove, and Tucker Crowther brushed his snaggly gray teeth, leaning over the kitchen sink to spit. The faint gray light of morning filtered into the large room, the heart of the house, through panes of glass covered in ferns of ice. Margo and Lacey were curled on the floor, in shadow, sleeping, and

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