"They stepped across the ice, lifting their hooves high, setting each hoof down again delicately, five deer clicking like one machine whose parts were too complicated to synchronize."
And then:
"This would have been his first kill, and he has always felt shame at his inability to shoot the buck, but that's not what has haunted him all these years. It is more the complication of the overlapping bodies, the mystery of the herd."
-"The Inventor, 1972," Bonnie Jo Campbell
That's how you write a sentence. Seriously. Because both of our middle names are Jo and because she likes donkeys, learned to milk Jersey cows when she was young, and can't seem to leave a place behind, I think we could be good pals. Because she's also a mathematician, I am afraid she might be too smart for me.
My fiction students are reading this story this week. Let's see if they break my heart as they did with "Trilobites."
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