Howie Good
Mad Season
A voice says with something of a giggle, “You can open your eyes now.” I obey automatically. And what’s the first thing I see? An empty train stalled between shuttered stations. All the wise men agree that being sleep-deprived isn’t the same as being deprived of sleep. With summer almost over, the light unravels even faster than the laws of physics would seem to allow. It’s just a matter of time before someone pokes a rifle out a window. We’re going to need some of the constancy and courage of those conscientious little birds that pick the teeth of crocodiles.