Neither of us is going to clear the rocks. I am young. It’s my birthday. I am sitting in front of a tent. There is no cake, no candles. My father hands me a small horse he carved from driftwood … Continue reading →

“Down!” A hand shoots out and yanks me by the collar, hauling me to the ground behind a fallen tree. Inches from my face, a spear sprouts from the jungle floor where I’m sprawled. I flinch away, scrambling to brace … Continue reading →