III. The Shooting

The war has ended. Months have passed and the rider, with a great sin on his back, stops his horse at the crest of a hill. It slopes down near a river and is made of mostly dirt and dried grass. He dismounts the appaloosa, and he takes his rifle out of the saddle and … Continue reading III. The Shooting

Some Are Dead – 1. Goodbye, Apollonia

They come through us as if we were doors. They open us up, they eat and kill, and then they’re gone. Just like that. We’re left to pick up the pieces. It's turning out to be a long dream, same time every time, they walk in the hedge park and she says she's cold. It’s … Continue reading Some Are Dead – 1. Goodbye, Apollonia