http://fictionaut.com/stories/ann-bogle/mr-kunitz-mr-lowell-mrs-craig
If this story does not rise to 45 faves on Fictionaut, I shall not leave Fictionaut. I feel that the Lady, yet alive, who wishes she were us, needs to keep the further higher, fave location. Her story, "Church Cancels Cow," that I read in the middle of Fri-Sat night, caught me laughing sincerely, guttural laughter, as if dying were worth these narrow lines (of the story she authored). The end canceled cows and churches. Until I bought a sack of vinho verde two days later, but I was canceled already, no matter. Sudden stop, end stop, hockey stop, hit the boards, cemetery, running.
If it does reach 45, I shall leave, as one ought, when high school signals one's time at it is over: move on, take one's place in the world, do well, become nothing someone else wouldn't become, loaf and marry and get people to supply living bread as your fuel.
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I said it sounds like leprechaun.
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