Salvage

May 15, 2026
After three years of this work, he still wasn’t used to the stench of death—maybe he never would be—but he’d learned to tolerate it.

The Paper Wasp

June 3, 2019
The sun was ruthless, impressing a sense of danger with each step I took away from the road. The heat was primordial, baking through my skin, drying my muscle and bones, desiccating everything but my darkest, wettest core.