Short Story–Jasenica: Ex Nihilo
“We are the rustle of a blue coat, the clatter of a heavy mirror-sheen barrel finding its line of fire. We are thunder. The sweet redemption of its rhythm at a braced shoulder.”
“We are the rustle of a blue coat, the clatter of a heavy mirror-sheen barrel finding its line of fire. We are thunder. The sweet redemption of its rhythm at a braced shoulder.”