During A Violent Storm, A Woman Sheltered Four Wolves — By Morning, Her Home Was Unrecognizable

shock was something else. Something that made me step forward rather than back.

I crouched at the edge of the broken boards and looked at what the earth was showing me.

Something was sticking out of the disturbed earth. An old cloth sack, dark with age and moisture, tied at the neck with a faded rope that had gone stiff and brittle. I reached in and continue reading …