He spit his
Image and poem (c) Rob Goldstein 2017
I came to know the people of Whisper through Reverend Smythe. He described a picturesque town, full of people you would expect to see portrayed in a Norman Rockwell painting. Pansy Faye, Leroy, Ron, Elwyn and Billy Ray came back to life and for a moment and I found myself wishing I could turn back time.
Days slowly turned into weeks and the rescue equipment sounds became Whispers’ death rattle. When the earth movers’ bucket scooped up a pile of rubble, there was a high-pitched squeal, as if the town was screaming while it was being eviscerated.
A worker uncovered the crushed, striped pole that hung outside Leroy’s barber shop and tossed it into the back of a truck, already heavy laden with debris. A large shard of glass with the letter L painted in red, could only be from Lucy’s cafe.
As those remains were being discarded, there were no smells of aftershave or freshly baked cornbread. There was only the overpowering smell of death.
Reverend Smythe, clutching his Bible, was looking haggard…
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