crimson coalmines

there was a lot about that past life that you didn't understand. less still that you remember. it doesn't come back the way you think it would, either, all flashes and waves and big scenery. you rarely catch the bright pictures or shadows left behind in the mirrors.  instead, it's all ripples. they spread outward... Continue Reading →

fragile scarecrow

Soft as a thistle in the field near the town, wiry as the fences wrapped around it, was Loritz the scarecrow, Loritz the has-been and never was, a waif and a stray and most damning of all, entirely unemployed. He was there in the morning, laughing at the crows who wouldn’t have stopped to give... Continue Reading →

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