'The sounds of his life on Davenhall Island were those footsteps in the hall at night, the trees in winter and the throttled din of the ice machine out behind the rice shop, a white and black unit that ran entirely on its own, blocks of ice spitting out onto the ground to the absolute … Continue reading Greek Judy
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Black Clock Park
'They left the cafe and drove west on Sunset Boulevard almost to the old abandoned freeway, and then he parked the car at Black Clock Park, where the strolled the time-capsule cemetery looking at the headstones where the time capsules were buried. It started to rain; it seemed to rain all the time, a growing … Continue reading Black Clock Park
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