Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Richard D. Priebe III - - Jennifer carried a bale of hay past the rusted and rotting Volvo to the pen by the stable. Hershey was waiting. She broke and spread the bale, and watched as Hershey ate his breakfast. Her own stomach was growling, but the old horse had to come first. She was lucky to have Hershey. Jennifer went back to the house and flipped the light switch. Even after four years without power, she occasionally forgot that anything had changed—it was better to forget. Still, she couldn’t help but wish that Jim was with her now, and not off fighting in the desert. Sometimes, when she lay alone in the darkness of her bedroom, she hated him for leaving her by herself, even if it wasn’t his fault. He had been drafted. She always felt bad after. Jim was taken just months after their wedding. It had been so unexpected....

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