Tom Stuckey

Tom Stuckey

disciple (ch. 5)
Writer-in-Residence, Fiction David Estringel Writer-in-Residence, Fiction David Estringel

disciple (ch. 5)

by Tom Stuckey

“It was a fine summer’s morning as F and I sat in The Park of Aqueducts and watched the sun rise through the archways of the ancient stone. I watched Thomas; F watched the long-legged woman, and she watched Thomas, who gazed deep into the pink, burning sky.”

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disciple (ch. 4)
Writer-in-Residence, Fiction David Estringel Writer-in-Residence, Fiction David Estringel

disciple (ch. 4)

by Tom Stuckey

“‘Back at the hotel, the sun was going down and the sky was a Roman blood red. …I paced the room and imagined Thomas in a cell…He would no doubt be sitting still and looking out from the bars the same red sky in complete acceptance of his situation. ”

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