His shovel bites shallow into the dry and cracked earth.  The sun beats down and the wind blows sand against Jared’s face and hands and sweat runs down his neck and the small of his back.  All around him the camp bustles with activity as the rest of the crew sets up tents and stages, gates and rides.  He never thought of a carnival as a place to ( Read more... )

Above the Dust

September, 1935

Jensen flexes his wings and turns into a slow sweeping curve.  The show’s caravan stretches out below him like a chopped up snake that still knows how to slither.  All the pieces winding around the hills together but not touching each other.

He rolls onto his back.  Arches, twists and feels the sun shine dry ( Read more... )