Jul 29, 2016

"What Little Water Was Left" in Booth

The scene: mid-summer, 1998. My father and I were in our yard putting together an aboveground pool. My mother was in the garden, pulling some turnips, and just around the corner Mr. and Mrs. Onishi were taking their dog for a walk. Late evening, the cicadas winding down, those black-and-white striped mosquitos that we killed by the thousands each summer just beginning to take their place...
Read the rest in Booth.