To Niles the one hundred and forty year old barn was a corner of heaven.
Month: November 2021
They lived in squalid shelters along a trail that led from the sea, beyond the palm trees, through the regimental headquarters area and on toward towering mountains. There was a swamp nearby and it sent forth a briny stink. The shelters weren’t substantial enough to be called huts. They were, at best, crude shebangs made of ponchos and stripes of canvas laced to flimsy warped frames fashioned from tree branches lashed together with vines or scraps of tent ropes. There was enough shelter to fend off some small part of the daily rains.
Here’s a video of me reading a story in February 2020 before Covid brought the world to its knees.