06.03

Danny saw the lake dancing, crashing, overflowing. He watched it from the house, head up, neck straight like it was cut. I say I don’t care but I do. These big waves, a storm in sunlight, drowning my childhood in pools of brown. Was I frightened at all? House rattling, flood high and climbing, an orange sky clinging to his arms.

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