Monday, January 16, 2017

Sunday, January 15, 2017

The sound of the men's boots trampling over the fallen echoed across the water, but we convinced ourselves it came from a distant shore.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

They were just children then but it seemed they knew far more than the old men controlling their fate.

Friday, January 13, 2017

The wind's mournful tune stirred up the discontent of the unfulfilled desires of his youth.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

The dizzying heights had been her home for so long that when the adulation finally dried up she shot back to earth in a blaze of cocaine, pills, and alcohol.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

"Here's the secret to a happy life," the old man said, leaning in conspiratorially, "a good woman to love, a comfortable chair, a dog at your feet, a decent book to read, and a pipe in the evening."

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

The sound of the ice-choked river—cracking, roaring, shifting, sliding—seemed to echo through the eons, viscerally connecting him to the ancient past.