Gun & The Bear

Sarah Keliher

Gun

The city I’m from is discarded logging country, train terminal country, second-class port country, once upon a time gateway to the west country. Not quite the ragged edge of the continent, but the last bit of civilization before the endless wet tangle of mountains and water.  Ruined west coast strike it rich dreams left a series of vacant lots and empty buildings with blind eyes, wild lilacs blooming from the windows. People once came here to make their fortunes. We ran through its deserted streets trailing echoes. The city remembers all of what it once was: woods to stone to dreams. Continue reading “Gun & The Bear”

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