The old barn stood on a far corner of Jack Willoby's tobacco farm. The red paint covering its exterior peeled under the hot summer sun. Jack hadn't had any time to repaint. "Structure's still sound I'd reckon," said Marvin, Jack's nearest … [Continue reading]
Vanishing
01 March 1994 by Leave a Comment
At the age of 24, having demonstrated no great ability for anything, Lynn decided to disappear. The idea came over her as she sat with Jerry, her reluctant boyfriend of five years, in the newest of a string of trendy coffee houses that had recently … [Continue reading]