14 Charlie. Thomas bolted upright as the name of the feral beast licked his eardrums. He put on his boots and gloves and opened the tarps with his hands and walked outside. Snow still fell lightly then and the fresh layer of it was soft on the frozen sheet beneath. The whiteness of the snow […]
12 The coffee cans clamored in the night. Thomas’s shaking hands pointed his magnum towards the doorway and his bones felt like they were turning inside of him while he listened. “Charlie’s back, Boy.” His father sat next to him with elbows on his knees, bottle in hand. The sound of the bear’s frustrated moaning […]
11 Thomas woke up thrashing. Terrified. His heart pounded as he tried to pin the source of his alarm. There was a rustling outside the front door. A big rustling. Pots and pans and glass bottles clashed together violently and something hit the front door. There was a monster outside. Giant nostrils snorted angrily and […]
9 His bed was comfortable. He was clean, he was safe, and he was bored. He couldn’t think of another piece of furniture to make, and he had nearly memorized his poetry. Enough fish hung in the trees to last until early March, and by then he would have had time to catch more. Hell, […]