Death's First CallingApril’s warmth ushered in a season of lightning bugs and dandelions, of romps around the yard with Friday, the German shepherd of which most of the neighborhood was terrified. This was the Spring I spent in the yard building forts and vanquishing evils conjured by my own imagination. It was the season I found death under the front porch. It was late afternoon, and I was shocked to find her waiting so calmly there. She hung on taut threads next to the warm brick, keeping to the shadows, but miraculously showing her face outdoors during the day. Her jet-black body, a single drop of unrefined tar, hung on eight spindly legs. I couldDeath's First Calling
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