Sunday Stories: “Heathens”

Heathens by Cameron Stewart Brooks DeAngelis did not wear coveralls the Friday he showed up cologned and flowered on Dana’s front lawn, ready for once to hear the word “Yes.” She had a maple near the door and it flamed in fall color. The wind stole his scent, carried it away. He hated cologne but appreciated what it stood for. He’d spent all yesterday rearranging himself, tiring of each person uncovered. In the back pocket of his Dockers was a […]

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