They sang and gonged in the sunrise breeze like high mass rituals in the Sistine Chapel, calling birds to the feeders. Flocks of crows and blue jays, wrens, blackbirds and doves, even wild green parrots fluttered and squawked and jockeyed for spots at the feeders. They brushed the wind chimes, ch...
Ian woke in a top bunk bed, in a dorm of bunk beds, in the basement of Santa Rosa Church. He felt strangely disconnected, as though he’d left part of his body back in the Pincoya. His eyes were dry from lack of sleep and all the smoke he’d inhaled had irritated his throat. He had stayed up for ho...
Jessie stood at the opening, whining softly. He crawled out of his sleeping bag and moved over to her. “Shhh,” he whispered. She moved along behind him as he unzipped the inner flap and peered out. Things looked normal, at least as normal as anything was here. No campfire, but dim, battery-operat...