The Lion and the Dead
The Tracking Board’s 2016 Launch Pad Manuscript Competition
Life pulled at him in his grave. The pinching started in his toes, more of an irritation at first than some posthumous call back to nature, but the tingling and towing sensation crept up his toes into his ankles— searing deeply into his calves, bleeding up his thighs— shifting his hips to a more comfortable position in his rather shallow grave. It seeped through him, growing in strength as it filled h. . .
The Lion and the Dead
The Tracking Board’s 2016 Launch Pad Manuscript Competition
Life pulled at him in his grave. The pinching started in his toes, more of an irritation at first than some posthumous call back to nature, but the tingling and towing sensation crept up his toes into his ankles— searing deeply into his calves, bleeding up his thighs— shifting his hips to a more comfortable position in his rather shallow grave. It seeped through him, growing in strength as it filled h. . .