“But Treeman is NOT a story! He’s real!”

Joanie’s cereal spoon became punctuation, slammed on the breakfast table at the end of each sentence, as her older brothers laughed at her, hooted like monkeys, after having baited the nine-year-old.

Mrs. Laughlin entered the kitchen, checking her purse, already running late for the office.

“Stop torturing your sister!” she warned, her brow beetling into a threat the boys could understand better than language. They got up from the table and dispersed.



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William Keckler

Writer, visual artist. Books include Sanskrit of the Body, which won in the U.S. National Poetry Series (Penguin).