No angels

Euart wasn’t aware he was asleep until he felt the rain sliding down his back. He felt the rain, and smelled the bite of pine in his nostrils. His hands were tacky from pine tar. His hip throbbed like a heartbeat, his face pressed against the rough skin of the tree. Nothing had changed. There were no angels.
He was still two miles outside of Handsome.
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Excerpt from Ordinary Handsome. Available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00P46ZPA0

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