Jonathan Gensler
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Jonathan used to write a lot back before he joined the Army and went off to the Iraq War. He now lives, writes, and plays in Nashville, TN, and when he isn't writing, he most likely would rather be snowboarding. @jgensler
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Dad's Final Goose Chase, Chapter 1
“Dad told me he buried it out here, in the middle of the back right stall. Where the hell is it?” That was my sister Kat, her brow dripping sweat, both sleeves hastily pushed up above the elbows. she was holding a stubby shovel we always used to call a shorty in her hands, with a growing pile of dirt behind her. She was surrounded by a couple of good-sized holes dug into the hard-caked clay soils of the old farmstead. Broken rays of sunlight streamed in on her face through the gaps in the weathered wooden slats, highlighting her haggard look: exhaustion writ both in the lines on her forehead and the dark shadows circling the recesses between her sharp gray eyes and high Cherokee cheekbones.
By Jonathan Gensler5 years ago in Fiction
