Blind

May 15, 2007
6:30 PM

...Aunt Amy stands at the stove stirring a pot of stew, her face as contented as a cow's. On this overcast day, with dark clouds gathering in the western sky, she seems oblivious to the rumble of thunder. In my aunt's world, every day is a sunny one. She sees no evil, hears no evil. She is like the livestock fattening on clover on the farm down the road, the cattle that know nothing of the slaughterhouse. She cannot see beyond the glow of her own happiness, to the precipice just beyond her feet.  ...


The Mephisto Club
Tess Gerritsen