The Urban Artist Group's Blog – January 2010 Archive (1)

The Mother of Exiles



by James G. Carlson



I.



Gideon awoke in the wintry palm of December’s hand, shivering and alone. It had been one of those uneasy nights during the long hours of which he had been certain that if he were to fall asleep he would never wake up. But the white clouds of breath rising from his mouth with each exhalation proved otherwise. He wasn’t dead yet.



With cold fingers Gideon fumbled about on the dirty plywood floor… Continue