“...he could feel hot tears coming to his eyes as the image of that night, outside the house as the November wind blew black leaves up off the ground and the sky turned colors like bruised flesh.” — David Nickle Copy Share Image
“By this time it was well past midnight. You know how that is. It’s a time when you start asking questions about things that… — David Nickle Copy Share Image
“...he could feel hot tears coming to his eyes as the image of that night, outside the house as the November wind blew black… — David Nickle Copy Share Image
