Sometimes You Have to Jump the Snake
By Israfel Sivad

It had been a dreary vacation so far. Both outside the cabin they were staying in and inside the mind he was trapped in. Two days of being trapped in a constant drizzle in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Two days of thinking about having to apply for jobs when they returned to DC. Then, the sun gilded the windowpanes’ dusty ledges as if the world itself were coming into existence for the first time. Jon looked up from the book he’d...