Winding

Published in The Creative Café, winter 2020

Every morning we’d drive the same route to school. A right turn, past the Baker’s Springs sign and on to Duplex Road. The road was so narrow two cars could barely pass by without brushing up against each other. It had been serviceable thirty years ago when the sprawling Nashville suburbia in which we resided was a collection of farms and grassy green meadows, but now . . . READ MORE