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A Sandstone Farmhouse

Trying to do the right thing, the normal thing, running toward her farm, her death. In his vision of her running she was bright and quick and small, like an animal caught in a gunsight. This was the mother Joey had loved, the mother before they moved, before she betrayed him with the farm and its sandstone house.

John Updike describes literally anything and I think, “Omg you’re so right.”

I want to write a story. The main character is a middle-aged man. He is either married or divorced. He is somewhat unhappy. Everybody else around him is more colorful than he is. This is in no way a reflection of myself. Mid-way through the story will be the best sentence you’ve ever read. I’m John Updike.