The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice. The rules are simple – turn to page 56 in your current read (or 56% in your e-reader) and post a few non-spoilery sentences.
Today’s quote is from Sing, Unburied, Sing, by Jesmyn Ward. My full review should be up on Monday!
I sling the car around and go faster. The gray SUV has pulled into a driveway, but the driver is waving his arm out the window, and Big Joseph is passing under the tree, stopping at the mailbox I just abandoned, lumbering off his lawn mower, striding toward the box. He is taking something off the seat of the mower, a rifle strapped there, something he keeps for wild pigs that root in the forest, but not for them now. For me.