Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew … Continue reading →
<< Part 2 The rubber hose snaked its way down into the dark tank. With no electricity to power the gas pumps, the only way to get the precious fuel was to extract it by hand. Farley’s sister, Cat, lined … Continue reading →