We take them out at dawn, when the sky in the east is red and the…

The air smells like antiseptic in the hospital tents. Men lie in rows along the canvas…

I leave a handful of seeds outside my garden gate when I plant in the spring.…

We open the stall before dawn turns the eastern sky pink. Grandfather pushes the metal door…

The trucks come rumbling into our camp, dust rising in their wake. The beds are full…

The fires bring them. Light blossoms into the sky, brighter than the stars, red as the…

The wind is howling. I can hear it outside the hut, whistling among the rocks. Blowing…

Don’t step on the leaves. I repeat it to myself over and over again. Don’t step…

In the barn, he tells me, his voice shaking with haste. There’s an old cellar and…

They come with the food at dawn’s first breath, when the light is still weak and…