She wakes up in the dark. Without a name, with the thing above waiting to be woken by her eventual movement. Keeping her company, before she is no more.
A snippet of the first draft of Coyote Crosses the Continent, an allegorical tale of an all-knowing Coyote deciding to travel south to places unknown.
Even nameless graves deserve to listen to music. Deserve respect and remembrance, however fractured. A blind woman brings a moment of peace, to a place of death and darkness.
On a very cold day, J.C. gets called in to the old windmill where the local nutjob has chained himself to the windmill blades in an attempt to understand Don Quijote.
One day, a magical ship appears in the middle of a town where everyone passes by, and the locals only ever stay. With a ship that can travel on anything and everywhere, what will a small group of wanderlusters do?