Part 1 Why don't you shame the world Shame them with your words and I'll smile Why don't you shame the world Shame them with your words and eyes A pattern of make believe Jennifer ran barefoot through the dark, foreboding Blackwater forest, fear gripping her every stabbing step. She was keenly aware of the punishing pain the ground forced into her but she kept running.She was afraid. She thought for sure she was being chased by a group of miscreants who would have their way with her and then cannibalize her if they caught her. She was trying desperately to find the Blackwater River, a slow, lazy stream of dark water that meandered through the northern Florida flora and fauna and lazily tapered and fell off into a bay that feeds the greedy waters of the Gulf of Mexico. She was alone and had been since the shots rang out and ended the life of her husband, a man she reluctantly married and then found herself amicably loving. Now he was gone. Dead, his tangled, broken body lying in the grip of a bottomed out crevasse of tangled cypress roots that looked like the hands of the devil himself.
Finding Joe's Fire: Parts 1-3
Finding Joe's Fire: Parts 1-3
Finding Joe's Fire: Parts 1-3
Part 1 Why don't you shame the world Shame them with your words and I'll smile Why don't you shame the world Shame them with your words and eyes A pattern of make believe Jennifer ran barefoot through the dark, foreboding Blackwater forest, fear gripping her every stabbing step. She was keenly aware of the punishing pain the ground forced into her but she kept running.She was afraid. She thought for sure she was being chased by a group of miscreants who would have their way with her and then cannibalize her if they caught her. She was trying desperately to find the Blackwater River, a slow, lazy stream of dark water that meandered through the northern Florida flora and fauna and lazily tapered and fell off into a bay that feeds the greedy waters of the Gulf of Mexico. She was alone and had been since the shots rang out and ended the life of her husband, a man she reluctantly married and then found herself amicably loving. Now he was gone. Dead, his tangled, broken body lying in the grip of a bottomed out crevasse of tangled cypress roots that looked like the hands of the devil himself.