“The story I am about to tell you is not a happy story. This is not a tale of redemption or closure or bravery. It is about pain and fear and strange friendship and escape. This is a story, told very often now, around fireplaces not so different from this one—around dinner tables and old, creaking rocking chairs—about a boy who was lonely, and treated too poorly, so he ran away from home.”
This is a story about Cole and the boy in the woods.
The Boy in the Woods was published by Rose Red Review. I wrote it with one of my favorite writers, Neil Gaiman, in mind. I can’t think of a living writer who has inspired me more. This is my “thank you.”
Read the story here.