Fire Season

From here I can

smell the smoke

and feel the heat on my face,

see the black hands of god gripping the landscape.

Passed a sign that read

This road goes to hell

well,

this is my road.

Author: d. Nelle Vincent

I write stories about wine and the human condition because the devil, as they say, is in the details.

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