The Midnight Gate by Trent Jamieson
Approx. 4,170 words.
Published on February 5, 2013.
Cold winds blow across the dark hills some miles north of here and brush chill lips against the scattered and yellow bones of my father.
I picture them there, in the goblin-field of my memory, wind and beast-gnawed bones, and I mourn the loss of everything that I held dear. Lost so long ago to the sigh and sorrow of those cold dark hills.