Ozona
by Carol Reid
There's an old woman in the museum in Ozona, Texas who will make you a
cup of percolated coffee and open a crinkly package of cinnamon biscuits, slide
them onto a big clean plate and tell you while you take careful
well-mannered bites between answering her questions about the impossibly long
drive you've made from where you come from that she also traveled to foreign
countries, Egypt and Germany and Wales to name only a few, with a
husband who died, and she is now home, the most precious artifact held in the
collection, an exhibit of simple kindness visited by weary women of the
road, marked now on your map with one lone star.
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"Ozona" was first published in Camroc Press Review.
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