Lamp Stories

Elaine is standing in the wide open door of the barn looking across the empty space at a spot a few feet away from Turner. She’s backlit, wearing a summer dress with her face half in shade since the lamp on the floor next to Turner’s cot isn’t bright enough to reach her. It’s a hot night and brutally humid so Turner’s lying on top of the sheet in briefs and nothing else. Elaine says the bushes he planted last month are st...