Lost in the Flood

Zachary’s mother spent all morning on Mrs. Crawford’s hair and that evening they laid her out in the viewing room for the mourners to pass by. People complemented his father on the fabricated vitality in her cheeks, the shine of life painted on the cold skin. Zachary stood by listening as long as he was able, then sat outside on the deck watching the news vans parked across the street. The men from the city leaned against the door Lost in the flood panels sipping coffee from Styrofoam cups. Their suits looked too tight, the fabric’s sheen glistening in the setting sun as they unpacked their equipment in hopes of getting a photo of Brother Crawford and his snakes.

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Jordan Farmer is originally from Logan, West Virginia, and is currently a Ph.D. student studying creative writing at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln where he teaches 20th Century Fiction and Creative Writing. His fiction has been a finalist of both the Sycamore Review Wabash Fiction Prize and Cutbank’s Montana Prize in Fiction. His writing has appeared in or is forthcoming in The Southwest Review, Southern Humanities Review, Kestrel, and Rip Rap Journal.

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