Caleb lived in the shed. “Boys live in sheds,” father always said, a scarred man with one good eye, “live in sheds until my god says when.” Father was unschooled, rigorous, and committed to the shape of his faith. Caleb was twelve years old. Sometimes on a cool night he stuffed leaves in his pants. Mornings, he cleaned his teeth with fingers in the creek after father unlocked the chains.
This is fantastic, Victor. I'm an atheist for the most part but was raised by evangelical types who used the Bible as an intellectual bludgeon. What you evoke here about fathers and sons sometimes also pertains to mothers and daughters. Thank you for writing this.
This is fantastic, Victor. I'm an atheist for the most part but was raised by evangelical types who used the Bible as an intellectual bludgeon. What you evoke here about fathers and sons sometimes also pertains to mothers and daughters. Thank you for writing this.