Atlas & Alice | Issue 2 Winter 2014
Selections from PULL FOR STOP The blizzard came for a cliff that had just arrived at the car that was carrying off the blotto husband. HUSBAND. He went staring staring staring into the white at the end of the road where the sky swirled the blizzard hard west and left four wheels spinning to stillness in the ravine. Everyone was watching her. She bent over him. Dead husband. IN the box. All remembered & remembered. The snow-cold radiating out from him. Her whisper toward the icy cliff edge of his face, into his ear: you’re not IN there ... don’t worry ... you’re not. The last words she’d had to SAY to make real. Last words he couldn’t have cared less about hearing. 18