It's Almost Like a Vacuum
by Ian Moore
t was snowing. The river had become
frozen stiff, with each stick, stump or bush protruding like a rib through
skin. On the west side lay a barn, dark and gray, where two men, maybe in
their mid-fifties, stood bundled in thick coats of wool and anchored by sturdy
boots capped with steel. From a distance, one man appeared a limbless figure
next to the gray wood. ...READ MORE