Woe To That Land

Woe To That Land

There came after the shot a silence so pervasive it rang like a mistake. The deaf forest recovered, first with birdsong and snowmelt, and then the wind returned and the world recalled how to breathe again. The first boy, the youngest, the one holding the gun, lifted a gloved hand to point at the prostrate [...]

Deserter

Deserter

There was a gun in his waistband. He probably shouldn't have brought it, let alone held onto it for this long. If he had any other option, he wouldn’t be here in the first place. The bus had dropped him a few miles from the orchard where he then lingered long enough for the next [...]