The Corduroy Mtn. And The Sun Was Nowhere To Be Seen Shaun Gannon    A man stands in the middle of a yard holding his daughter. Her face is buried in his soft chest and her mother stands to the side, arms folded. The mother is not crying. Her face is a round clump of dough with no expression kneaded into the pale mass. The daughter is mumbling something only the father can hear. Her voice quavers, cracks, drops out. She is not crying. The father has his meaty arms wrapped around her, and his mouth is a tiny crack with only its wrinkles betraying a frown, and his eyes droop and beg to be closed, and he is swaying side to side, and he is not crying. The mother shuffles her feet, drops her arms, stares at the grass, re-crosses her arms. The daughter reaches a hand out to her mother. The mother does not move. The girl mumbles again. They are not crying previous | next Added to The Corduroy Mtn. on October the Twenty-Fifth in the year Two Thousand and Nine.