Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Jeremy Levine - - Jeb was puttering along, sitting atop his tractor, its rattling vibrations shaking his gritted teeth. He turned his head skyward, observing a hawk glide across the cloudless sky in effortless circles. While his gaze was distracted, there was a crashing and a clunking, a rumbling under his vehicle. “Tarnation!” Jeb tuned off the tractor and jumped down from it, stumbling as he landed on the soft earth. He spotted a ﬂash of red on the brown dirt by the front tire. He rushed forward and knelt down. Sheriff was there, crushed under the wheel, stone dead. “Ma! I need you!” Jeb pivoted in his squat, his eye on his home. After a few seconds, Jebʼs wife, Henrietta, was out in the ﬁeld, her apron billowing in the dusty wind. “Whatcha need, honey?” “The dog, Ma, the dog!” Jeb said, a shaking ﬁnger pointing...

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