On his fortieth birthday Boris found himself in a car with three American children driving very fast through a country without trees. Exceptionally barren, he told himself, certain there were obvious clues to the shifting American character in these grand horizons, these low hills unfolding onto even lower hills and giving the sensation of some kind of climbing descent. They die regularly in far places defending these hills, he decided, so there should be something here, something obvious.
G. K. Wuori is the author of over sixty stories published throughout the world in the U.S., Japan, India, Germany, Spain, Ireland, and Brazil. A Pushcart Prize winner and recipient of an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship, his work has appeared in such journals as The Gettysburg Review, The Missouri Review, Night Train, The Barcelona Review, The Taj Mahal Review, Other Voices, Flaunt, The Massachusetts Review, and Five Points.