I am afraid Every night I look into the crib And wonder at my son I am afraid That one day I will look And there will be nothing An empty bed Ruffled sheets A sock As a drop Wanders down the window After a rain Disappears into the void below There is only a …
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Boars in Barcelona; 2
Part 1 Isabel took one last look into the bright street lined with oil lamps and men stoking smoldering fires, before ducking back into the hovel she shared with her husband and children. She brushed the curtains gently into place to block the light seeping in from the greater encampment. The smoke wafted through the …
Boars in Barcelona
The night fell heavily across the hills and plains running north of Barcelona. Shadows that only an hour ago slipped through the landscape had now faded into an unformed mass of darkness. Clouds rested over moon and stars, rendering the landscape blank to any but those beasts with the most developed night vision. Slowly, over …