We Are Alone in Nuclear Winter

I meet Rain at the end of the tunnel. It used to be one of the tunnels you had to drive through to get to the other side of the mountain. No one travels this path anymore thanks to a new bullet train system built to go through a shorter, less infrastructurally taxing...

Six Feet Under the Gulmohar

When you are old, Mr. Ousmane had come to believe, you dwell somewhere between the human and the natural world. Especially if you have crossed that fragile threshold of eighty, the human world begins to discard you, but the natural world isn’t yet ready to embrace...

Tape Deck

It was hot and that was about all it was. Peros drove. When he was tired of that, he drove some more. Then he pulled the truck to the side of the road and, taking the map from the console, looked out upon the brushy land stretched endlessly into the open yawn before...