The Keeper

Wiping my hands on a cup towel, I turned from the Alfredo sauce to face Clayton. Looking at his solemnity, I knew I needed to adjust dinnertime. “This money needs to last me all summer,” he said, handing me a fat bank envelope. “I’ve been saving for about a year, and I’d like you to keep it for me.”  As …

My Protectors

They watched while I played underneath my grandmother’s honeysuckle, sliding the stamens out of the bud and licking the sticky nectar onto my tongue.  They smiled as I dropper-fed the tiny bunnies that my daddy found orphaned in our field.  They observed every night as I lay on my back, watching my mother’s mouth form words while her voice rose …