Category Archives: Fort Kid

Death and pain have toyed with the boy since he began to walk. The doctors said the wooden stake appeared to dodge the boy’s jugular vein, despite impaling his small neck, and that the neighbor had saved him with his … Continue reading →

The boy can see them, he says, in their places: the old small places—like re-retired prison guards who never left their charge. They might grunt acknowledgements while passing by, however infrequently. They only come alive when an audience arrives for … Continue reading →

The boy’s street used to be empty, but for two other homes. The rest would be roped off dirt, and some day lined with brick houses like this one. The rows extend through the thicket of woods, an area set … Continue reading →