The final first & last sentences:

There was a goat, scrawny, all haunches, that wandered about the back hills behind Rigoon proper, and, when the other places has roosters, all comb and wattle, we had a featherless thing.

But all the kids felt was the hot sun baring down on the backs of their necks and the dirt grit on the soft parts of their skin that seems to attach itself to all of us and never truly wash off.

1:14 pm  •  9 December 2011  •  1 note