An Emptiness Max lie awake, restless, the campfire crackling, sending sparks towards the clouded moon. He wondered about the new kid’s story, “Idiot, nearly got his self killed falling off a west bound.” Max gathered stories and every hobo had one, it always came down to gnawing hunger. Truth be told, an empty belly wasn’t…
Category: The Storyman
Kind Lady Doctor Lives Here
Kind Lady Doctor Lives Here I gently touched the angry scar where his larynx used to be. He motioned for a blank piece of paper and his companion handed him a nub of chalk. Confused, I watched my patient draw a friendly cat and a cross. Puzzled, I raised a brow at his disheveled companion.