Before the Crossing
The boy loved seeing the tent from outside, lit up by firelight, glowing brightest where it was wearing thin.
The boy loved seeing the tent from outside, lit up by firelight, glowing brightest where it was wearing thin.
“Was I meant to get that desk just to show a stranger the course of her life?”
“It’s right, I think, to have death be a part of life; it’s the way it should be.”