Is he Losing the Battle?

Forty-seven and a half minutes of sleep. No food. Three-day old socks. Two-day old underwear…


Temples Damp with Sweat

“The mushrooms faded. His exhaustion emerged. The tree fort wasn’t big enough, so he opened the first aid kit, took out the emergency blanket, wrapped himself in silver, and laid beside the fire. Salt and vinegar chips quelled his hunger, as he studied the stars of the Pleiades, and drifted off to sleep…”