Winterset Hollow

by Jonathan Edward Durham

He was driven by a rage he could never seem to quench and a history that still made him weep, and as much as he still used these things to fuel his survival even all these years later, that didn’t keep him from feeling useless most days.

Life’s a funny thing, isn’t it? You spend it waiting for that one blinding moment of clarity … that one magic thread that sews it all together. And then one day, you wake up an older thing than you ever thought you’d be, and you realize you’ve wasted your days looking for something that was never really there at all.