Light Moves
by Jaime Lyn

Time was theirs now, dripping slowly like honey, slinking past at a crawl, waiting for them to fill the offered minutes with something, anything.  But days were still days, and days were long, and beyond waking up and driving, he had nothing.  A life once filled, once busy, now worth nothing more than a five-dollar tour of an old plantation in the middle of Kansas. If this was the only way to fill nothing with something, then why did it still feel so empty?  New Mexico to Colorado

Wyoming to Montana

North Dakota

South Dakota


On to Winnepeg

Light Moves (all in one bite)