1917

1917

Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, and builded parapets and trenches there, And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son. Wilfred Owen, 'The Parable of the Old Man and the Young' It Will Kill You Donalson sat in the deep mud, his legs pulled up to his chest, his hands wrapped [...]

The Highway

The Highway

It all happened in a moment. I saw a man crouching on the highway, his back pressed against the half-wall of the median, his arms outstretched in front of him, palms outward in token of peace as the cars rushed by him in terrifying wave after terrifying wave. His face was rigid and still, his [...]

The Last Road

The Last Road

When it began she was hardly a person at all. Just a soft, mushy, doughy little thing. And so this is the only world she knows. It's formed her, or at least a part of her. It's made her tough. Tougher than I am, though she doesn't know it. Someday, if she's lucky, she'll grow [...]

The Devil and Jeff

The Devil and Jeff

I wake to find the devil sitting near my bed. "Good morning, Jeff," he says. I rub my eyes. I am, obviously, delusional. Phantoms of evil don't just appear next to your nightstand, ready for an early morning chat. I blink. He's still there, not some horned, fork tongued little imp with a pointy tail [...]

A Good Year

A Good Year

The temple priest stood atop a high ridge. Deep blue water flowed down a ravine behind him and poured into the dark of the caves that cut sharply into the crust of the earth. Water, the lifeblood of the valley, flowed through the caves in a cool current, pushing and pulling with the throb of [...]