“The last they spoke was the morning she called for money. She said he’d left without paying his part of the last week’s rent on their summer room. They both knew this wasn’t true. Neither said so, but she confessed anyway the money was only a ruse to hear his voice. But that wasn’t true either. He knew when she said it was about money, and then not, that it was just about the call. About who would cut up the facts and spread them across the miles and weeks since the morning he left as night held in the places where he’d arrive.” —from “The Visitor”
(Words and image by © Chris Bronsk 2014.)
Chris Bronsk 