Aaron Tucker | Issue 28
He didn’t realize that the windows had been shaking until he inserted his key into the door of his apartment, locking it.
Excerpt from Soldiers, Hunters, Not Cowboys
He didn’t realize that the windows had been shaking until he inserted his key into the door of his apartment, locking it. He can’t remember exactly how he got to his door, the small weight of the key flexing in his hand, but he pivots down the hallway, past the familiar dark marks scraping the light walls, past…