The U.S. of After Chapter 14

Clayton Without warnin’, Ralph pulled on the wheel of the truck when we caught sight of that big column of black smoke.  The truck went over toward the ditch so fast it caught a tire kind of funny and started up on it’s side.  Before we could blink we were seeing sky-ground-sky-ground.  I can’t explainContinue reading “The U.S. of After Chapter 14”

The U.S. of After Chapter 13

Howard I sat in the bed of the red Dodge truck with the remaining barrel of diesel, two empty barrels, a couple of dirty rags, a shovel and a skinny member of the enemy named Moloch.  I remembered him from before.  We knew each other in a way that old family know each other, exceptContinue reading “The U.S. of After Chapter 13”