Keeping to the shoulder of the narrow road, Tom walked away, feeling strangely empty. Glancing over his shoulder as he stumbled, he tried to clear his head of ridiculous, childish fears. What if Jack was serious?
S. Peter Davis
Matt Tighe
A G Bennett
Craig Bezant
Gary Kemble
and Poetry by:
Graham Nunn
David Murcott
Jude Aquilina
Circles of light skirt the trees. Now, flames have bared
their thighs. Men point and feast on flesh denied.
