Ready for another aaduna tease? You know you are!
from Matt Gillick’s “Swim Practice”
Everyone felt the closure of summer. Lila no longer heard the punctual cackles from her mom’s friends on Sunday nights while they killed a bottle of Sutter Home merlot on the porch. The air had begun to fill with the smell of burnt leaves during Lila’s walks home from school, on weekends the white smoke from charcoal grilled hamburgers floating leisurely through her neighborhood, riding on the sound of leaf blowers. The new beginnings of fall brought an omniscient sense of foreboding for Lila.
from Tom Backer’s “Fear”