Stone Circle posteri

a limbo, where he waited to die.

a limbo, where he knew he could not live.

there was a pain, stretching in his chest, a breath that burned.

he brought a pheasant back, and dropped it upon the ground when he saw the small figure following. "hello, son of gunnar." 

his mind was suddenly alight with visions of his own four at such an age, and with it always the accompanying agony of his failure as their father.