The Bloodied Land — Screaming

Midnight, San Francisco, CAJonathan was screaming.Rafe Hollen watched, silent, from the corner of the bedroom, where he’d piled borrowed blankets and an old Army-surplus sleeping bag. He’d insisted on Jonathan taking the bed, had growled and out-stubborned him until Jonathan had given in, and Rafe took over the lone free corner. He hadn’t had a … Continue reading The Bloodied Land — Screaming