An Impromptu Set of Brass Knuckles
June 25, 2020
Her view had become a blur of row after row of pine trees so dense not a ray of light broke through their wall. Every few seconds, she’d pass a dead tree- a lone, sad, brown reminder of the passage of time, the inevitability of death. What was on the other side? More trees? More road? Likely. … More An Impromptu Set of Brass Knuckles