Short Story

BONES

© Dale Rogerson

Did you ever experience weather so dry that the ground and air crackled and all you could think about was bones … the ones you found buried in Vern Wilson’s barn that drought summer seventeen years ago?

That’s how it was for me and my friends Bucky Berringer and Grady McCallister.

They was human bones, alright, and we covered ‘em up right quick before ol’ Vern caught us.

Weatherman said rain’s a-comin’. Pappy’s fields are shrivelin’ up awful. We need us some good rain, days upon days of rain, but all we’re seein’ is damn fire bolts makin’ us twitch.

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