John The Shepherd

John The Shepherd by Hector M. Rivera Prologue The hooded figure darted from shadow to shadow blanketed by a bright noon day. The gutted torn buildings gave birth to crooked shadows like some demented Dr. Suess nightmare. Empty rusted cars provided his cover as he slowly neared his prize. It was being guarded by aContinue reading “John The Shepherd”

“A slice of my heart, good Sir?”

“A slice of my heart, good Sir?” By Hector M. Rivera 11/7/2013 A slice of my heart, good Sir? The contents are Sweet and Bloody. I dig the graves where bodies lay, from far and wide thieves plunder. It must appear quite foul to thee The sword and arrows dangle, the rotten meat oozes beadsContinue reading ““A slice of my heart, good Sir?””