SHORT FICTION

BY ROBERT CRAIG

Two men stuck in their grief and loneliness. One man unable to overcome his losses and the other trying to get through each day without a panic attack. Suffocating in their own pain until they meet one night.

They're an unlikely pair. 

These are stories of struggling to stay in the moment when the past keeps rushing in. Trying to keep it together when the world unravels within. 

The owner of a family lumber business and a media photographer. They are opposites pulled together by the gravity of their losses.

 

“At no other time does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honey-sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”

Rainer Maria Rilke