Month: March 2015

Nothing Is Yours To Keep – Chapter 1

xxxxxJohnny was wandering around the backyard. He was looking at sticks, picking up sticks, kicking shit. The stick was a perfect adventure tool. He stamped the one he carried into the grass with each step, like a wizard staff of tremendous power and weight. He leaned on it as he gazed toward the center of the acre, where a large boulder sat beside the blackened remains of a wide, circular fire pit. The afternoon sun glinted off the chrome and steel of the old cars beyond the rock, marooned in the farthest reaches of the long, narrow property.

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