2 results for tag: Kerri Lynn
In the Crook – by Kerri Lynn
I make my way to him, stealthy and slow, tiptoeing through the strange, cloying dark of an eclipse – a lost sun. I avoid the bored soldiers that stand around, making bets, waiting for him to die with the same ambivalence they would any criminal.
The crowd of people surrounding this hill are no more than a mixture of silhouettes in the dark, their humanity lost in the shadows. I don’t have the capacity to deal with them right now, the disheartening reality of us when we become a mob. So I steer clear of the die-hards, those that have nothing better to do than be here, joking amongst themselves and taunting him now and then, trying to get a ...
Gathering – Once Upon the Ink – Kerri Lynn
The sun is a ball of overeager energy; its bright, fat, fingers of heat clutching the small windows and doors, trying to push their way inside – the smell of hot dirt and clashing cooking spices wafting through the air already, though it’s only morning. I sit, resting my head against the cool, clay bricks of the wall behind me; content to be sitting cross legged in the shadows on the floor close to Jesus, watching him as he waits. He just got the news about John, and I can see grief in the tilt of his chin, the way he glances out the window now and then. The seriousness hidden behind his eyes. It comes at him in waves, what happened to his ...