The Shadow Over the Bayou
I've been watching it for fifty years. Fifty years, since I was a girl of thirty-two, standing on my grandmother's porch in St. Genevieve Parish, looking up at the sky and seeing something that wasn't there before. Something dark. Not a cloud — clouds move. This was still. Like someone had painted a circle of nothing onto the blue and left it to dry. People called me crazy. Of course they did....
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