A Quiet Root

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“Flying at Night” by Scott Stolnack

I’m finally starting to feel good — loose, kinda peaceful, know what I mean? Kinda like I’m flying. Like I can go back to Sunny and the kid now and I won’t blow up as soon as I walk through the door. Like maybe things’ll be better this time.

The wind feels a little cool, and there’s a green forest smell in the air. The Harley is roaring along beneath me, and it feels alive, like I’m riding a big jungle cat, a tiger or a big panther …

Read it in The Fabulist

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