First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Smell of Other People’s Houses

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Smell of Other People’s Houses


I can’t stop remembering the way things were back then. How my father hunted for our food. How he’d hang the deer in the garage to cure and how the deer’s legs would splay out when its belly was sliced open, its hooves pointy like a ballerina’s toes. I watched him dozens of times as he cute the meat off the animal’s backside. I can still hear how the knife sounded when metal scraped bone. Backstrap was the best cut, my favorite, and Daddy sliced it off the deer’s spine as beautifully as Mama curled ribbons on presents.

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