Reading Wednesday, July 26, 2006

When Abel glances over his shoulder, he sees his father knee-deep in the stubble field. The blanket of smoke, thinner than wool but denser than stone, is already obscuring him. In the other direction, Cain is a thin silhouette against the green prairie, making for the hills. Walking fast from the look of it, as if he has a destination in mind. As if he knows where he is going.