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“That Same Darkness,” Concho River Review, Fall 2012

“Mason sensed a cold numbness in his hands and feet.  He looked at Osborn and imagined him limping down the road in those thick-soled shoes, his shirt soaked through, his flashlight playing over the snarl of blackberry bushes.  And then that horrific discovery.  To suffer that alone, Mason thought.  And in this awareness he felt a profound gloom settle over him.”