“Percy let his legs, wrapped in baggy pants, dangle over the side of the train. He smelled the dank coal wafting from the open cars and listened to the bump and rumble of the tracks not far from his feet. The train screeched too and occupied Percy’s mind with notes higher and less pleasing than his fiddle music. He thought maybe he could find a place on the ground in the next few days, maybe build a fire, rest, hunt something decent to cook up and eat. That’s what he wanted. Maybe life was supposed to be that simple.”

Original excerpt from Birdenwheel by Lindsay Anne Rice

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