In the Valley of the Dry Bones

A “short” by R Jack Winter


In the desert, the scattered bones begin to rattle. The camels grow skittish, sniff the dry air, move off with determination. One arm bone seeks a wrist while that wrist seeks its palm and finger bones. A finger – one index bone – pokes up from beneath the sand and looks around. Despite having no eyes, the index finger locates a thumb and the other fingers that once are attached to the same hand. The bones of the hand join together, then find the wrist which is already connected to the forearm. The forearm then looks about for its upper arm and shoulder. Once together, these collected bones seek out and find the neck, the jaw, the skull, the spinal column and its many vertebrae. The hip just comes along with the leg bones attached to the knees and the knees attached to the calves and the calves to the…

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2 thoughts on “In the Valley of the Dry Bones

  1. Gripping piece Jack. Thanks for the appearance as we look forward to the arrival of your work Gani & Sean… should have it in hand early this week. Cheers!

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