Beyond the Fields We Know

Like my sister, I’ve always had a streak of insomnia. These days the bourbon usually helps – more nights than not – but when I was young, twelve or so, I would spend every other night wide awake. And I remember Emily, standing in her nightgown in the yard, staring at the woods. She was barely six, I think. She turned from the darkness, looked up over her shoulder. She smiled, mouth open, like something was terribly funny.

Strangeness. My mother’s word for it.

As I fall asleep I see Emily, standing there like that, laughing. Then she’s gone and I feel like I’m choking on ice water. Staring at the empty space where she should be, a lightless blank sun rising up over the trees in the morning, every morning, for all these years.

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Beyond the Fields We Know is the working title for the new novel by Benjamin Schachtman, to be represented in 2018 by the Speilburg Literary Agency.

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