The Silence & The Howl | Part 15

§.15 Harmon drew the device's teeth against the wood grain. The sound of the chainsaw split the tranquility of the placid Sunday afternoon and sent the sparrows spinning from their thorny thrones. The smell of the wood, the metal, the machine's furious humming engulfing the grotesque chittering of the wide outer bright. He stood over… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 15