A Year in the Blast Furnace

Evening Fire by Mason New

She stepped away from the front door, locked it, and turned towards the car. Her family waited, bags packed. She looked over her shoulder to the mail slot. She paused and wondered, “When will I be back?”

They wanted to head east, the consequence of the ancient longing for home known to so many people throughout time and of the restrictions imposed to stay safe from this much feared disease. There was no longer any…