Dan Klen — The Monarch Review

For Seven Days – Dan Klen

Tuesday, December 18, 2012 14:08 — 0 Comments

He stayed at the guesthouse on the other side of the poppy field. She watched him walk down the dirt path in the early mornings, after she had cut and fried potatoes for her father and younger brother. She watched from the corner of the barn, from behind the cypress tree—dying from a boring longhorn beetle. He would go to the edge of the farm, near the creek. Setting up an easel in the shade, he would paint.