FICTION: An Absence of Time by Dean Jollay -
Cold rain awakens me. My sleeping bag and I are drenched. Belatedly, I dig a sheet of plastic from my backpack and pull it over me. I’m fucking chilled—shivering uncontrollably. Angry I failed to check the weather report last night, I lie on my side and listen as raindrops hit the plastic, every droplet aContinue reading