Posts by chadbroughman

Into the Light of Things

By on Jan 14, 2014 in Cuttings, Fiction | 6 comments

Michael’s shiny Volvo slid across the ice and crashed into the grove… When he woke, Michael clambered from the wreckage, then floundered in the drifts — punching through with every step —  … ‘til he reached the barren lane.  Under the yellow of the stars, his breath plumed like an egret, and his boots crunched and squeaked.  Blood spilled from his crown, hit the wintry air, and stiffened like black jelly. And Michael staggered on… He thought of his naughty Beagle pissing on the couch, and smirked.    “Almost home, boy.”    But the...

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