Jess Lefebvre
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Editor turned writer of fiction and non-fiction. I'm always looking for new collaborations. Contact me for more details.
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Finn
I grew up in a small town.Every Saturday growing up I would drive 30 minutes dow. gravel roads to a sheep farm for my violin lesson. Shep was the border collie that lived on the farm. He was smart. My teacher would talk to him like he was a person, and he seemed to understand ever word she said. Sometimes we would get to my lesson early and I would take Shep on a walk, and talk to him. I’d ask him if he liked his job, if he thought I should go away for the summer. We’d saunter through the trees, with me throwing his ball every 10 seconds. Shep was smart. We would head back to the house and he w would walk me in and sit by the piano for the duration of my lesson. Every once in a while he would let out a soft howling roooooo as I was playing. I always took it as a compliment.
By Jess Lefebvre4 years ago in Petlife
Damnatio Memoriae
Miles from any dirt-born road, there is a house slowly collapsing. It’s bones, like all bones, languish closer to the earth each year. Silence embedded between floorboards and window panes, clings to the walls like smoke. Surrounded by untamed fields long since fallow.
By Jess Lefebvre4 years ago in Fiction
