Author: Emmitt Furner
Suffocating
Gehenna, West Virginia 1947 If that diamond ring turns brass, Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass. “Hush, Little Baby,” traditional American lullaby The mountain moved. Just a little. Just enough to cause the miners inside it to stop picking and shoveling. They waited. Mouths and eyes open wide. Seconds passed, minutes, then it moved…
