<< Part 1 The soft scratch of Vickie’s pencil broke the otherwise complete silence. She recorded Farley’s notes into the supply ledger; where the food was taken from, when, and how much remained. She struck another now empty location from … Continue reading →
The fire axe swung down in a wobbly arc and embedded itself into the log on the chopping block. Josh rolled his shoulders and moved his grip further down the red painted handle to lift axe head and log together … Continue reading →