"Clay," by Caleb Crain
Briefly

The county had recently put in a light at the intersection of 14 and 273, because of all the semis that were coming through. The Old Spot was a little south of that...
She would take Gray with her if she ever decided to leave. It wasn't as though Lindy would starve...as she sat down on their yellow sofa...
Read at The New Yorker
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