Jennifer Murvin
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
Sweeping Away The Broken Glass
The first transformer blew in the middle of the night. I opened my eyes to sparks flying over the ice-coated trees like fireworks. I made it to the window first, James close behind me, hopping awkwardly.
January 2014
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