“The handwriting didn’t look like his. Neither did the hand. It was so thin. And it was shaking just a little bit. Not like the aspen leaves. Are there still leaves now, so late in the year? He looked down the cold mountain to see and then raised his arm to follow the slope. It was shaking just a little, that hand, like it was afraid, and it was spotted and pale and turned in a sad way. Because it was old. That was something Raymond understood well enough.”
About the Author
Frederick Ramey is an editor of literary fiction and memoir. He is also co-publisher of Unbridled Books and the founding director of Leaping Man, a not-for-profit producer of performances, arguments, & artifacts in Colorado. You can find him at leapingman.org.