a taste of ‘The In-Betweens’

from The In-Betweens by Davon Loeb

to be published August 2018

 

 

Scroll below for snippets of The In-Betweens

 

 

 

My father and my mother had little in common, and their taste is music was just one example, and maybe every time an old song played, it was a reminder of just how different they were. from Writing My Parents’ Love Story

In Pennsylvania, minors could get tattoos if a parent gave consent. If I could get my father to sign on, all would be well. from Visitations with My Father

Unlike me, the weakest and smallest amongst my nana’s grandchildren, my grandfather was tough, his hands leathered, knuckles callused. from Colt-45

Mom kept stockpiling those books, and when we stopped reading them together, I told her I would read them on my own— from But I Am Not Toby

Her voice, and the voice of other choir-women reverberated—filling the air of the nave with hot breath and piano keys. from While at Church

This was Exposure Therapy—face your fears. And he pulled open the door, and reached deep into the darkness, and offered me to it. from With a Roll of Duct Tape

Infrequent streetlights lit the street signs, which my brother tried to pronounce—Apache, Mohawk, Lakota, Lenape. from The Settlers Inn

The landlord became our mystery. We swore she was a voodoo witch … from Don’t Open the Door

When you returned, our grandmother sat us all at a little kitchen table with four bowls of matzah ball soup. You inhaled deep, enjoying the steam on your face … from For a Brother

Convinced it wasn’t the end, I begged my mom to purchase the hair gel everyone at school used. from Thoughts on Hair

Wide-eyed, I counted five-Mississippis. And when the thunder roared, I tried so hard to keep my eyes open. from Summer Thunderstorms

We left in a hurry. Mom had no itinerary. We had no plans to stop and sightsee. from Driving in Alabama

Sometimes when you were gone, I’d go through your things— thinking, I’d get to know you more. It’d be easier than actually talking. from Living in a Studio Apartment

We lived for the Game. We went to war for the Game—four boys, two-on-two, fighting for one ball, one hoop, and the namesake. from AND1

Those who remembered something of their old gods and lands and rituals, might have sang a song that even he couldn’t understand, and I can’t comprehend. from A Reconstruction of Great Great Grandfather

Aunt Sammy had an accident when she was younger, one that left her scarred. She had a metal plate in the front of her head. from For Aunt Sammy

Give Dad a pencil, paper, and a ruler, and he could design a house, cubit by cubit. Give me a pencil, paper, and a ruler, and I could draw our family, face by face, in front of our house. from Fighting for the Tree

Mom always told me that God made me this way—and I was skinny because she was skinny and my father was skinny—and honey those are just your genetics. from Makings of a Gym Rat

Aaron grabbed a wet towel, and we wiped around her mouth. She’d spit up, and we’d clean—again, and again. from Not the Worst of Boys

I thought the first squads of ants were just freckles sprouting about my skin, maybe the freckles were new or maybe they just had been there all along. from Alabama Fire Ants

And we’ll march in lines, and when we do, I know you will be there, in the best spot—with your video camera ready and holstered on your shoulder. from On Some Things, I Wished We Did

Even though they barely owned their own name, they did own a house. from My Mother’s Mother

Kris had been working there for over a month, and been bragging about it—about all the money he was making, and all the really cool-sounding pesticide sprays … from Quitting Meant Back to Babysitting

While I taught English, I also became their confidant—and not really by choice. from Retirement

Believe me; I’ve seen him work—coughing sawdust, wiping grease, picking splints from under his fingernails. from Being a Man

My brother could have said no. He could have gone home and told our mother that he felt uncomfortable portraying O.J. Simpson. from O.J. and the Wax Museum

We shook Mom’s work-pants, wrestled in her pockets, and peeked through holes with ponderous fingers, and then freed copperheads and silver dollars. from Before Cell Phones

The in-betweens are like waiting for something to happen, like flashes of red and blue sirens pulsing through my car, while searching for the police officer about to step to my window. from In-Between Sirens

We always had school on Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur, and there were no synagogues, or Judeo-sensitive phrasing of words like: Winter Break instead of Christmas. from History Class Field Trip to Washington, D.C.

Playing inside was forbidden. The old house couldn’t take that much commotion. from Like Gladiators

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