The heat pressed down on them. Out the windshield the city turned into so much hot wax. Glass and concrete melted.
Everything happened at once. All Rachel remembered was running. And the heat. Like the sun itself was trying to catch her. Run, please, no, run! Continue reading Concealed
This morning is cold, just above freezing. The precipitation is alternating between snow, sleet, freezing rain, plain rain, and whatever else Mother Nature can come up with. Not exactly what anyone wants to unzip the mummy bag and crawl out of their tent to find. There is no choice in the matter. We take whatever fate dishes out for us. Continue reading Heaven’s Gate