Killer Acorns

I heard them before I saw them. The wind was blowing and the ground was being bombarded with acorns. When they hit the ground they sounded like gunshots. ‘I bet that hurts if they hit you,’ I thought. It did. It felt like someone had thrown a rock at me. Thanks a lot, nature.

Yeah, yeah, they look so small and how bad could it be. Fine. You go stand under that tree in the next storm.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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4 thoughts on “Killer Acorns

  1. I went back there yesterday and the whole time I kept thinking about what you said about twisting your ankle. Especially when I was going up and down steep stairs with no railing.

  2. Oh dear, I hope I didn’t wreck your day. 🙁 On the other hand, if I saved you a sprained ankle, then my work here is done.

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