J Dan Francis.splits his time between Albany, NY, and the Adirondack Mountains, and is currently employed as a tractor trailer driver. His many jobs and a lifetime spent up north at his family’s cabin have provided him with countless stories to tell. His work has been displayed in Poem Village, Saranac Lake, NY and is forthcoming in Avalon Literary Review.
Where words had once become life stood a smoldering pile of charred wood, broken glass, and scattered shingles. A garden hose lay on the ground nearby; water trickled from it.