2006-02-01 1214 Writing: == But not night == : I couldn't find her. My pa have told me so many times not to let her out of . . .
But not night
- I couldn’t find her. My pa have told me so many times not to let her out of sight so close to evening, and I hadn’t, not for a second until I’d gone round the back to fetch more wood for the stove. She was still at the front, playing with the corndolls, singing lullabies.
- Five minutes, I swear. Just five minutes and she was gone. I could already see the light dipping below the treeline, the tops of the older pines cutting like a knife through the yolk of the sun.
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