The Time I Played Catch with Annie Dillard
The motel had probably been falling apart since it opened. Yellow stucco flaking above nearly every door. Around the pool, the plastic lawn chairs were busted and their seatbacks tottered in the breeze. At the patio tables, sunlight had worn the umbrellas thin as gossamer and the area was empty. I pulled my truck under … Continue reading The Time I Played Catch with Annie Dillard
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