Fault Line by Randall Arthur                                                                                                                                                                                                                          November Wonder II                                                               The sun set down in aisle three                                                             just inside the lumber and garden entrance.                                                             It stunned me clear over by the dairy cooler,                                                             sun round as my eye behind the squint.                                                             Red-gold light sprawled searing linoleum,                                                             light bounced thick as steam                                                             up into the passage.                                                             People far down the aisle strolled through                                                             like Shadrach […]