Fiction: “Somebody’s Boy” by Diane Lechleitner

It was a sweltering day. August hot. Carpenter bees hovered in the still air. Flags hung limp and field crickets chirped in the tall dry grass. The boy was farther from home than he should be, more than a mile away, tromping through an unmowed hayfield. A small black dog ran alongside him, tongue drooping … Continue reading Fiction: “Somebody’s Boy” by Diane Lechleitner

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