Friday Flash Fiction: The Road from Peña Dura

His dark hair, as shaggy and unkempt as his grizzled beard, formed a ring around his beak-like nose and deep set eyes.  His clothes, tattered and worn from traveling for endless miles on foot, smelled of sweat and dirt and the darkness of Peña Dura.  He caught rides on oxcarts, sharing afternoons with chickens andContinue reading “Friday Flash Fiction: The Road from Peña Dura”

The U.S. of After Chapter 42

Kelly Gideon got the engine running somehow.  I don’t know anything about mechanical stuff.  My husband always did that.  We were on the water early in the morning and soon we were floating down river on our way to New Orleans with the wind at our back and the sails full as Gideon would say.Continue reading “The U.S. of After Chapter 42”