Monthly Archives: April 2013
Return 3
It was the captain who noticed the significance of the feathers first — the children were simply busy playing with them, while some of the followers gathered up the downy ones and stuffed them into sacks. It walked with us, … Continue reading
Return 2
The creature was a fascination; the captain hadn’t come back in hours and no one had thought to call out. When our band crested the ridge, the few children left to us ran down the muddied, rocky slope, heedless of … Continue reading
For Trent (And Bill, and the people who read the refrigerator note but don't understand it…)
Maybe because it is spring I am naked and whitegreen, newly formed and forming. Maybe because I want the wind on my face and at my back. Maybe because I am burned by the sun but need it to blind … Continue reading
For Trent (And Bill, and the people who read the refrigerator note but don’t understand it…)
Maybe because it is spring I am naked and whitegreen, newly formed and forming. Maybe because I want the wind on my face and at my back. Maybe because I am burned by the sun but need it to blind … Continue reading
Return
In the aftermath, there were those who uncovered the dead, and those who buried them. There were no services, no names, and no mark-stones. No one would look upon the fields sown with blood and ash. We were wide-eyed under … Continue reading