Winter 2011 • Vol. XXXIII No. 1 2010 Kenyon Review Short Fiction PrizeJanuary 1, 2011 |

Salt

2010 Kenyon Review Short Fiction Contest Runner-up   There were three of us kids, so during those last days, when Dad felt cramped with all of us staring at him, Mom scheduled time for everyone to be alone with him a few minutes. The twins went in together because that's how they did everything. I went next. We had to talk about what would become of the farm. "You bring any?" he said as I sat down. I fished in my pocket for the salt packets I'd taken from the cafeteria. Dad snatched them so fast I thought the tube in his wrist would rip out. With shaking hands he tore open the packets and sprinkled salt over the measly portions of ham and potatoes and peas on his tray. Last meal before the operation, it was supposed to be low-sodium. He dug in with his fork and smiled like he did when he ate any thing, even shitty hospital food. We'd gotten used to seeing Dad in the hospital. First time he went in, the twins missed senior prom, showed up in the waiting room in se

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By Diana Kole

2010 Kenyon Review Short Fiction Contest Runner-up   There were three of us kids, so during those last days, when Dad felt cramped with all of us staring at him, […]

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