It was a clear vision, a desire to be changed by something. … more
It was a clear vision, a desire to be changed by something. … more
Your son is a tough little bastard who can take quite a load of punishment.… more
The warmth came and left, and, no sooner, it left and came. There was no way to guess what the world would become. At least it remained. Charred oak trees surrounded by misplaced puddles. Rivers as black as burnt cherries. Sputtering flames along the receding riverbanks. Days shorter and, still, longer. Patrick stood on the… more
“He twisted and rolled the pebble between his fingers, staring straight ahead at the black pig, lying tied to a post sunk in bone grey dirt in the middle of the field… more