It was hot, a humid stifling sweltering summer day. Hot enough to drive a man crazy, or in my dad’s case, pack up all his shit and drive off. I watched that truck rumble down the dirt road as sweat and tears trickled down my face. It was the heat that made him leave and not the baggage they hauled from Montana to Maryland then to Oklahoma. It was the heat, miserable, unending and drama inducing heat. I like to think that, but maybe it was looking at me and seeing another man’s face. It wasn’t my fault; it was the heat.
Damon McKinney is an Indigenous writer from Oklahoma and a graduate of the University of Arkansas in Little Rock. He has a B.A. in English with a Minor in Creative Writing. His work has appeared in JMWW blog, Equinox, Fancy Arm Hole Series 1, and Knights Library Magazine and JHHF Review. He is the former Associate Editor for Likely Red Press, a former Contributing Editor of Fiction for Barren Magazine, and the Managing Editor for Emerge Literary Journal.
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