Sssshhh, said Jackie, sssshhh, listen. Pete stopped still. Silence. Jackie beckoned. How brown the woods looked: the conifers dulled in the late afternoon light, the ground muddy after the rain. Jackie was pointing, his face contorted into an expression – half delight, half anguish. Pete shook his head and whispered: What? There! Listen! Silence. ThenContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Until They are Gone’”