Dead Short Stories

Without another thought, I stood. The flames roared and whipped a savage dance, cast shadows. Uncle snored. I hovered just above. Some rage I’d never known boiled deep inside me, and my hand trembled down my hip and my grip tightened before I questioned if I might really do it. And what I did next…

As Rain fell deeper into the scene, She and Clarity drifted apart. Rain couldn’t understand why Clarity and her dad wouldn’t come with her to see Ratdog, Phil Lesh and friends, or even Further when they started touring. The scene had changed, they kept saying. It’s still alive, Rain tried telling them. But they had…