Loose rock rolls under his feet. It is difficult to walk without a staggering wobble. Everything can hear him approaching.Alley cats scurry in the night to hide. The dark figure staggers forward along the train tracks as if drunk. A steam engine howls in the distances or is that the quiet scream of an owl?
As an original Wisconsinite, moving to St Paul, I have outgrown the pleasures of winter, yet still remain in this endless snow to road construction weather condition. I enjoy writing, creating ‘things’ and working with Joe and Blaine in our quest to spread Dim across the globe. I have a day job and share custody of a pit bull named Bowser.
