Part Three by Adam Kibbe Den Mothers Instant incandescence. Backlighting tent fabric, even the seams almost too bright to see. One Mississippi, two Mississippi……….. 5 was the shortest I counted, thankfully, but the ensuing thunder seemed to drive in the insubstantial nylon with its forceful, rumbling roar of sheer violence, as if it were right […]
Chapter Two by Michael Miller No Guardian Angel Adam listened to the thunder for two hours before the rumble shook me out of my slumber. I didn’t tell him I was awake, I never do. Sleep on the ground is precious and sometimes rare, and all I wanted was to go back. I feared that […]
Chapter One by Adam Kibbe The Last Word The two men stood erect in a civilian approximation of the military “at easeâ€, the tension most apparent in the set of their faces about their eyes, and in the drawn lines of their lips. Their handcuffed wrists dangled before them, their fingertips resting on the table, […]
I told Chris I would take credit for these inspired photographs, but after reading the last few comments, IÃve decided discretion is the better part of plagiarism. The extreme close-ups of Matt and friends were taken by Matt, holding the camera at armÃs length, but after that, I think itÃs only obvious who wasnÃt the […]
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