She used to fear things. The lonesome wind come through the clapboards. Dry hillsides rustling. Her own skin in the summer heat. Rattlers. Lurking. Abandoned coal pits. Pa said she was afraid of desolation, but she didn’t know what he meant by that. How can you be afraid of something all around you been there since the day you were born? She used to. Fear. Hard.
Until Pa taught her how to do the castrations. So come visit the holler in Cheryl Anne Gardner’s latest flash fiction selection titled In A Lightning Storm, Sheep Run Through Barbed Wire now featured at Revolution John.