Today, I came across this great story by Timothy Raymond:
The Cotton Man
In the morning a man covered in cotton knocked at my door. I answered. He stood there outside, the cotton from the trees blowing in the wind and sticking to the sweat on his skin. The air was dry and hot.
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I liked that one so much that I looked around for anything else by Timothy Raymond, and I found this:
Box of Fire
There was the man with the urn. William. He stood in front of my bedroom door holding the thing in his hands.
He said, “Nick?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m coming down.”
He said, “That’s fine. Just fine.”
“You’re William,” I said.
“Oh,” said William. “She mentioned me. That’s so fine.”
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Wonderful stories! Thanks for sharing them. How weird, too, that I was just writing about a boy who went by the nickname of Cotton.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed these stories very much. Mr. Raymond is very talented!
ReplyDeleteI had to break the rules a bit for Timothy Raymond. Usually we don't publish an author two issues in a row, but these two pieces were so fantastic I just had to take them both.
ReplyDeleteGood decision, Kevin :)
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