Stories and Poems

Cicadas sing heavily in the humid air as the dense fog tightly shrouds my sense of direction. Now, I wouldn’t be this far South again if it weren’t for the strangest letter: “I need you, Marcel. Life isn’t what it used to be here. Please hurry to me as fast as possible. I should have married you. Let’s run away together. Your dearest, Jannette.” Her letter pulls me from the mountains like a moth to a candle flame. I trek down a long, dusty road toward the once-prominent Delm