Nothing Grows Back
Danny was sitting on the curb behind his house when I saw him. He was fifty-four, wearing a worn-out work shirt that had once been blue and was now the color of old dishwater. He was smoking a cigarette and looking at the empty space where his wife's garden used to be. Danny Kowalski. Polish name, Ohio town, no one remembers the name. He lost his job three months ago at the steel plant outside...
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