The Waste (V)

Lucius and Ignatius were seasoned hands when it came to setting up their camp.  They easily retrieved their tent from what seemed to be a disorganized pile of sacks, bags, and boxes.  Paris regarded the size of the bag with dubious curiosity, but from the too-small-seeming package they unfolded, little by little an unexplainably large piece of […]

The Waste (II)

When Paris woke, he was still cocooned inside his blanket.  The air trapped under his cover was hot, and stale. His skin was damp and sticky from sweat.  His first thought was to throw off the cloth shell, and expose himself to fresh cool air.  However, the thought that immediately followed this, that which reminded […]