By Lane Chasek
He arrived at Hester’s door wearing a red coat with no shirt, dirt-streaked sweatpants, and rubber boots printed with white giraffes. He gripped the boy by the arm—painfully, Hester imagined. The boy might have been six or seven. Sleet fell from the sky, but neither man nor boy seemed to care.
“Have an extra room?” the man asked. The boy stared at some unseen animal, some presence only he could discern, concealed in the cottonwoods surrounding Hester’s home.[Read more…] about Circus People