Short-round memories…

They’d used to show him pictures. All the time, those damn plates with people that had frozen, stuck in time. People in some other universe, prodding through a garden of hell. Muddy, wounded and broken men that were forever deemed to stay in that hell depicted in silver and grays. They would ask him if he remembered it. They ( Read more... )

A boy without shoes

It was cold. Far colder than the usual mid-summer morning. Red dust swirled around his feet, snapped at his toes and made his joints stiff. He had a purpose though. Single-mindedly he put one foot in front of the other, pushing forward with a presence and awareness that far exceeded his young mind. His eyes held no joy, his lips ( Read more... )