Part One of Two
Illustrations by Neil Peter Dyck.
“Any man’s death diminishes me,” John Donne.
Look you’re already doing it, Seb said, perfunctorily, pointing under Kyle’s feet where the open air buffered the ground. Kyle Giesbrecht hadn’t flown since he was a child. Why he hit puberty and the dreams stopped, he couldn’t say. Continue reading “The Ashes”