~ Sunrise ~      The sun glowed brightly over the lacy woods, smiling radiantly with the joy of a new day, as Mason and the three Bookers crashed through the underbrush. Breathing in the fragile morning air, Mason knew everything was different. It was as if he had died and […]

~ Still ~      Mason’s eyes stung. His eyelids felt heavy. He blinked. The eastern sky blushed above the treetops. His arms ached where the crutches bit into them. His shoulder throbbed. His leg was stiff and sore.     Heart burning with sorrow and fear, he pleaded into the chilly air, […]

~ Broken ~      Fog. Black fog. Grey fog. White fog. Mason blinked. Bright light… then more pale fog. He groaned. His throat hurt. His arms and legs felt sore and tight. He opened his eyes again. Where was he? The room was white, with white and greenish linoleum on […]

~ Again ~      “I’m going back.” Mason glared up at Old Ken, who was chewing a strand of grass and leaning against the porch rail.    “You were close that time, kid,” Old Ken drawled absently, without looking down at him.    “Take me back.”    “So close,” he continued. “A tree […]