Story of an Epidemic

All morning, the passersby sneezed, and the old man looked on in silence. Joggers snatched up their t-shirt tails, wiped noses and eyes. Cyclists, wracked by sudden coughing spells, veered…

Traps

EVERY DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN I AWAKEN TO FISH OR FORAGE, and every day at 4pm my walkie-talkie crackles with Uncle Mack’s voice ordering us down to target practice. Afternoons, I…