Table of Contents | 20 February 2012
For a moment everything stops. The tornado's voice grows still. All the little chunks of trash hang frozen in the air, like someone's just hit the pause button. Rhea can see flowering shrubs and someone's shoe, a lawn gnome and two china cups. Then, just as suddenly, it all comes tumbling down.
The father shattered like digital glass / and became his son's fantasy: / building parts of what a father should be / if the child fostered a man.
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