Before we start the walk home, he slaps a white envelope into my wife’s hands, legal sized, too big for the single incisor it holds. Dried flecks of blood from where it came out at the root, faint as a paint chip.
Barrett Bowlin
Barrett Bowlin's stories and essays appear (or are forthcoming) in places like Ninth Letter, Barrelhouse, The Rumpus, Hobart, Salt Hill, Bayou, and War, Literature, and the Arts. He lives and teaches and throws rocks into the ocean sometimes out in Massachusetts.