Before She Left by Gay Degani
10:32 AM | Author: Glen Binger
Before She Left by Gay Degani

The clouds’ ominous umbrella darkened emerald hills, wind more dirge than melody. Fields rippled like lake surf, grave and cold. She perched on the edge of the porch, shotgun in hand, watching their rooster peck maggots from its feathers. She’d shoot Henry when he came back, then the fucking bird.




Gay Degani’s stories can be read at Smokelong Quarterly, Night Train, 10 Flash, Emprise Review. She is the editor of EDF’s Flash Fiction Chronicles and blogs when she has time at Words in Place.
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8 comments:

On 7/1/10, 1:48 PM , Douglas Campbell said...

Nice job, Gay - atmospheric and grim!

 
On 7/1/10, 3:43 PM , Anonymous said...

The bird deserved it. Don't know about the guy though.

 
On 7/1/10, 4:54 PM , LizHaigh said...

With an atmospheric build up like this then the guy must of deserved it (they usually do after all)

Nice one Gay.

 
On 7/1/10, 6:18 PM , Autumn said...

LOL! Chicken for dinner!

 
On 7/1/10, 7:08 PM , Anonymous said...

Why does Henry get it? The bird is more understandable, maybe. The anger expressed in those desires at the end made me want more. Though I like the early mention of dirge early on.

 
On 7/6/10, 12:46 AM , Kathleen A. Ryan said...

Excellent word choices, Gay. What imagery!

 
On 8/15/10, 6:21 PM , Anonymous said...

Very beautiful and atmospheric.

 
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