Flash Narrative: Oliver’s Intuition
I remember that we had named him Oliver—I don’t remember if there was a reason—and he seemed to know this morning that something wasn’t right.
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I remember that we had named him Oliver—I don’t remember if there was a reason—and he seemed to know this morning that something wasn’t right.
Last night after supper I bathed in the first rain water of the season from our barrel. It is now spring, so meadowlarks sing in the snow.