Jarred McGinnis on blending fact and fiction in The Coward
The Writing Life
I'll Get Some Wood to Morrow Build You Ram
After his mam died, the house always had a smell of emptiness, dust and paint. The only evidence of it once having been my childhood room was a painting that i had done in high school art glass. A sharp knock rattled the front door. You expecting company? Jack asked. I shook my head. He stepped outside and came back holding a pink training toilet. On the lid were weather faded. Disniask shades doomed for eternity to watch toddlers foul before the royal visages.
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