Wounds: Chapter 2
_Smoke--it was everywhere. Blood was everywhere, too. And there was fire. A deafening squeal shuddered in the air; it sliced through everything all at once and it didn't stop. His head reeled. He was lying flat--no, he was on his side, contorted. His...
Wounds: Chapter 1
The 3:45 bus to downtown Fayetteville lurched sideways as the driver heaved its girth onto the jam-packed interstate. Occupants of the torn, sweat stained benches clasped onto whatever they could to keep from being tossed out into the floorboards....