Berb by Berb
ShortStory 4,203 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"I see my first berb of the day before breakfast. I’m standing on the porch, drinking a cup of coffee and looking out over the Mojave to the east. Dawn has come. The desert is a hundred yellows: citron to pineapple, canary to corn, daffodil to flame. Out at the edge of what someone else might call my “property” are my two favorite Joshua trees."
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