Burnt Sky

408 pages.

I take another sip of the Riesling and feel the buzz. I slide back into the bed and nudge my head against Leaf. My beautiful beloved Leaf. Light of my life, holder of my secrets. I turn off the light and the darkness goes past black, into hallucinatory tiny-speckled white spots on black canvas that my eyes generate. I crawl under the covers and allow my legs to be near Jack's. I imagine we are in a double coffin buried in the earth. The freight train passes through the pipe, the...