Jim’s barber shop is butter yellow with a shelf of taxidermy on the wall, an eider duck at one end across the too-vast linoleum
Jim’s barber shop is butter yellow with a shelf of taxidermy on the wall, an eider duck at one end across the too-vast linoleum
Even the dry seed husks are silent. There is no sound meaning the air has stopped, is somewhere else—Scituate, Poughkeepsie. Why did it stop