David Mark Brown

Caked in bloody coal dust, Serge rose to his feet and staggered forward. “My brother’s down there!” Ignoring him, the driver of the Caterpillar unhooked the chain and chugged off the way he’d come. “Dammit!” The earth shook beneath him. Serge steadied himself on one knee while plumes of smoke belched out of mine #1. … Read more Hell’s Womb: p.4