The midwife had no love for nights like these, when the sky opened and rain tore into the dusty dry land of her little town. Rain was rare in Lowell, and thunderstorms rarer still, and the midwife knew that tonight was a bad night to bring a baby into the world…
The sleepless nights began in summer, and it was not until the late winter that the tragedy of King Had was immortalized in the rhymes of schoolchildren…
Read – Hands of the Sea – (reader opens in new tab) This is a story I had wanted to write immediately after introducing Eferee’s character in “Hollo”. If you’ve […]
He always disappeared in the winter, though I never knew where he went. I assumed somewhere warm, but he never said. I still wonder why we called him Tiger. […]
Devon Michael 