Steve Vernon
The sun has been blown out like a candle. Somebody has dynamited a city-sized chunk out of the rocky hills surrounding Capreol. A tree has fallen, the forest has died and the thunder has forgotten how to roll. My brother Dan has left the life and I can hear him laughing on the other side of forever. More than a brother, he was somebody I counted on. The world is a poorer place and I am a poorer man without his constant strength.
Goddam, I miss him.
Wednesday August 24, 2016 at 4:27 pm