5. The Things We Miss

Continued from last week's installment of Digging in the Dirt. Sheriff Daniel Coyle huffed up the long, gradual hill a few acres from where he’d parked his gray Ford Crown Victoria by the storage barn at the small, family-run pig farm. Moist winds blew the mixed scents of fertilizer and grass around the field. Once... Continue Reading →

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4. Mud Pies

Continued from last week's installment of Digging in the Dirt. The sun was slipping behind distant treed mountains at the furthest viewable point of Route 118. “Entering Dirt City, PA. Pop. 329, Elev. 994 ft.” Louisa swerved, just missing the sign. She corrected immediately and continued at exactly 45 mph. It didn’t happen all the... Continue Reading →

3. Frogs

Continued from last week's installment of Digging in the Dirt. Tabitha, a pale woman in her 30's with blue-tinted black hair cut in a severe bob and--at 4pm--still in her pajamas, carried two mugs of coffee in one hand, a clipboard under her arm, and a stack of file folders in the other hand. She... Continue Reading →

2. Church

Continued from last week's installment of Digging in the Dirt. A rust-colored 1973 Chevy Nova was flattened underneath a smaller blue 1977 Honda Civic. Russ awkwardly climbed over them to get to the spot. Just beyond a block building, in a muddy clearing backed by three trees, and surrounded by an evenly placed circle of... Continue Reading →

1. Dinner Time

This is the first installment of Digging in the Dirt. Jim lifted a spoon to his mouth and took a taste from the pot. He paused and let the smells infuse his senses; he closed his eyes and meditated on the flavors. "Mediocre," he thought. "Oh, well," and yelled, “Dinner’s ready!” as he wiped the... Continue Reading →

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