Keith [on semi hiatus]’s Reviews > Improvidence > Status Update

...Toledo...Lake Erie.

One morning I woke after Bethy had gone out to market to feel the warmth of Anne's hand down the front of my pants. It's an inexplicable thing the way a woman's hand, mor and vario no matter how callused by labor, can form itself to such care as to imitate her organ. As I blinked awake she worked me, leaning over so that her nose tip rubbed along the ridge of my own nostril.

...Columbus...

...Morgantown...

...Capon region.

Two blinding flashes: first my lantern flying off the horse's bridle and past my face, another as a thunderstrike-a hoof blow-exploding against the back of my head, accompanied by a dagger-like scrape dragging along my neck as my body careened forward before crashing face first into a wall of iris black.
My horse bayed horribly in the black, a toothy death wail.