Who else would compare a character's feelings to the feelings of a budding tree in spring? Silas House is a soulful gifted writer.
Great writing, but where is the ending?
This is indeed fantastic writing, but it feels unfinished. Is this an excerpt from a longer story? How did an 11-year old not wake up when picked up by the mom he hasn't seen for three months?
This man's work continually produces a reliable voice of Appalachia, one without the false realities of an outsider's view. He's for real.