Dawn crept up out of the trees, defining a bole, a burl, a leaf at a time the world he'd spent the night trying to comprehend. But what would daylight offer except the illusion of understanding? At least in darkness you were spared the pretending.
Tom FranklinThe seat belt irked his father more than Uncle Colin's not eating meat, because, though his father never said it, Larry knew he considered seat belts cowardly.
Tom FranklinTags: passenger-safety
What damn fool punches his own horse?
Tom FranklinWas that what childhood was? Things rushing by out a window, the trees connected by motion, going too fast for him to notice the consequences?
Tom FranklinSoon the Mississippi night hummed by outside his windows, bug, bird, frog, the wind on his face.
Tom FranklinHe was tired of having only three channels.
Tom FranklinMaybe Larry was wrong about the word friend, maybe he'd been shoved away from everybody for so long all he was was a sponge for the wrongs other people did.
Tom Franklin...in the woods, if you stopped, if you grew still, you'd hear a whole new set of sounds, wind rasping through silhouetted leaves and the cries and chatter of blue jays and brown thrashers and redbirds and sparrows, the calling of crows and hawks, squirrels barking, frogs burping, the far braying of dogs, armadillos snorkeling through dead leaves...
Tom Franklin... daylight crept through the trees like an army of crafty boys.
Tom FranklinTags: foreboding
The visit hadn't lasted much longer, and Wallace never said what he'd done, but after Larry watched him go, he'd spent the rest of the night on his porch as daylight crept through the trees like am army of crafty boys.
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