by Page Lynch | Jan 29, 2015
“Where’d it land?” The man in the middle of the three turned his head and nodded at a field where a small trail of smoke could be seen rising in front of the setting sun. The bald man walked toward the smoke, followed by the other three.
by Page Lynch | Jan 28, 2015
There used to be blankets of snow here. The few trees were bent under the weight of it, and the dirt underneath never saw the sunlight. It was an endless expanse of white. But everything started warming up.
by Page Lynch | Jan 27, 2015
The glass figurine was small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. It was a bluish green with some light brown mixed into it. She watched as a lady at a random craft fair molded the hot glass into a cute bird.
by Page Lynch | Jan 26, 2015
Ahead of me through the trees, I see what may be a town and even a fishing boat in the river. My pace quickens. The small dirt road leads me around a corner, and my progress is halted by the strangest of sights.
by Page Lynch | Jan 26, 2015
The sun was already well on its way to the top of the sky by the time he opened his eyes. In his little corner of the woods, time allowed him the luxury of sleeping in. But he had earned this one luxury by giving up all of the rest.