Let Him Fight

He thundered through the cemetery at dawn, a clatter of tall man and mud-flung horse churning the morning’s fog while the letter stuffed in his breast pocket slapped at his heart. He rode alone, studying the gravediggers as they untwisted knots from their spines before stooping back to the earth. The trains brought more dead…

When We Ate Faces

Resting on the hospital’s couch at the end of the corridor he thought I had to understand. I had to know. She was coming, he could hear the chock chock chock of her heels down the early morning hallway, but he let his eyes swirl over the seemingly endless warnings that blistered the drab walls…

Sleepwalking

    The little floodlit podium swimming in front of him, gauze-edged like some beatific salvation until David pinched his eyes, rolled them dry in their sockets. Sitting at the end of the row with a palmful of malignant stubble that hadn’t been there earlier. A reporter behind him collapsed in full snore, the white of…