It’s Monday, October 23. What are you reading?
No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass. / On either side, smitten as with a spell / Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass, / Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell / Handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush. ~ “August” by Lizette Woodworth Reese
In 2004, Maura Murray went missing. Her car hit a snowbank in rural New Hampshire. When police arrived seven minutes later, her car was abandoned, with no footprints leading away from it. Maura Murray has never been heard from since — at least not publicly.
“The world’s favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.” – Edwin Way Teale
This is magical realism at its best. Kay Harper is an acrobat and contortionist. Her new husband, Theo, is a professor and writer who is working on a new book about Eadweard Muybridge. The two have decided to spend the summer in the old section of Quebec City. She has landed a gig with an…