Short Story | Fire and Brimstone

She heard a crack as he entered the small clearing, a branch having given way beneath a boot, and his long jacket swept the ground, leaving just the slightest trail in the dirt behind him. She hadn’t been able to see him in the dark, but then again you could rarely see them clearly in the daylight either. She didn’t stir, but simply turned her head to watch him as he sat across the fire from her. Continue reading