Monday, September 15, 2014

A Tale from the Underground Railroad

“Sweet Jesus, is it hot!” Jacob muttered, fumbling through mosquito-laden fog with a fading lantern swinging from an extended arm.

Another masked light bobbed lazily twenty feet behind him.  “Eli, close that shutter a bit,” Jacob hissed.

Between the lamps, four dark-skinned figures huddled close to one another, their features lost in the muggy darkness.