Category Archives: Chapter 5

            “What’s wrong, Thom?”  If she hadn’t been so close, he never would have heard the question.             “Nothing,” he lied quietly, tilting his face toward hers.  “Pain in my ankle.  That’s all.  It’s passing, now.”  It can’t be real.  … Continue reading →

            Thom lay awake on the mattress, listening to the sound of the worsening storm, but more struggling to listen to Marin’s breathing as she slept within arms’ reach of him, though he was too tired to reach for her.  … Continue reading →

            Davon swallowed hard, looking perhaps a little unsettled.  “How many do we think are dead?”             “Probably better to ask how many are still alive.”  Marin’s voice was quiet.  She didn’t look up from Thom, who was still dozing—almost … Continue reading →

            Two big tents got set up before the first fat raindrops splashed down on the terrain—they’d had more time than any of them suspected.  Matthew and Carolyn, between the two of them, had managed to get enough wood for … Continue reading →