Again again with its pointless sound
When the moon finds them
they are the color of everything.
William Stanley Merwin
RIVER CITY, WASHINGTON
Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.
Paul Gauguin, French Post-Impressionist painter (1848 - 1903)
Wednesday, March 6th
Heather Torin never intended to be a victim.
No one ever does.
She ran the same route every day except Sunday, when she didn't jog at all. It was two and eight-tenths miles long according to the odometer in her Honda Accord. She would have preferred to jog a three-mile course, but the route was just too perfect and so she sacrificed the two-tenths in the interest of aesthetics.