j. l. navarro

Bone Man














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He saw the bones that belonged to him before he even found them.  The drug that traveled time was with him, guiding him.  And when he found the bones, centuries old, they lay in the grave that had waited patiently for him all of these years to return. 

 

In the murky moonlight, Thurman James Skodas looked at the chalky pile with tired red eyes.  Eyes that had not explored sleep for days.  The Yaqui shaman told him he would find them here, and when he found them, he knew they were his.  They belonged to no other.

 

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This story is included in The Blood Cake Vendor and Other Stories.

 

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