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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 3, September 2017

Glenn G. Coats
Carolina Shores, North Carolina, U.S.A.


Light is fading. Cars line the curb and the circle is quiet. I stand beside detectives who are watching over the house. The coroner is expected soon.

They tell me about their lives, part-time jobs, schools children attend, and rivers where they fish. “I always anchor under the bridge,” one of them says. “There are always fish in the shadows.” One passes me her card in case I ever need it. The detectives expect me to fill them in on my neighbor, some background for their reports.

“I didn’t know him,” I say. “No one did. He never worked in the yard, never took a walk around the block, never asked me a question. Nick kept to himself.”

I am not about to ask how long he was lying there or who will care for his cats. “It might ease your mind to know,” one of the detectives says. “He didn’t take his own life.”

ferry crossing—
from time to time
voices in the wind



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