Ann Pancake

I opened the gap into the pasture, a single strand of rusting bob wire notched in a twist. The cold came high in my chest, but the wind had finally laid and from some distance I could feel the heat off the horse. The hide-odor off the horse, that s [...]

When they hear the ambulance grovelling out of the creekbed, her mother moves to the window over the sink ad braces herself on the heels of her hands. The panic that's stoved down inside her borne on the brace of her hands, but none of it showing e [...]