A Treacherous World of Continual Dissolving

by Saxon Henry

I toss my L.L. Bean duffle bag into the backend of the car as I prepare to leave Steamboat Springs, Colorado. I fumble for the door handle on the old Ford Bronco in the hazy dark, the sunlight still muted by fog. The engine on the beast of a machine fires without hesitation and I drive away with a queasy gurgle of dread plucking at my esophagus. As I leave the familiar terrain of the resort town, I wonder how it will feel to move amongst people who were mistreated by my church a...