For the first time, Jason thought that they might just actually die. That his naiveté might have cost him not just his own life, but that of Gina, and God help him, his unborn child. The jeep was far away now. The farm farther. And home farther still. He imagined turning on the tap on at home in America. The water bursting out. So simple and abundant. So reckless. He looked at Gina’s lips, white and cracking. What he wouldn’t give right now to feel a stream - or even a drop - of beautifu...
Published on July 14, 2013 10:09