Fiction: "The Silence of Harold" by Pam Parker
From the Foundling Review
I'm a sucker for stories that skirt the edges of traditional narration, and I think this particular short story does just that: it's relaxed, it has a very conversational tone, and it drew me in early on because I felt a closeness with the narrator.
From "The Silence of Harold," by Pam Parker:
≠For forty-four years we lived over our corner drug store in Haydenville.¬† We talked.¬† Maybe not as much as some couples, but Muriel was no fool.¬† Thatís why I married her.¬† That and her ass, but thatís not really the point.¬† Some people talk out of their asses.¬† Ha.¬† Not my Muriel though.¬† She knew how I hated small talk.¬† Save words for when you need them, thatís what I always said.¬† Muriel sighed then, if she made any noise.≠
When her knees and hips got bad, then worse, we sold the store, to Carl Hendrickson, the last in a long run of pharmacists, packed up the stuff that we didnít give away to Good Will and moved here.
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