Behind the Veil

  The wind rushed through a gaping hole in the collapsed structure roaring like the mouth of hell.   In the harsh sterile light emanating from a cellphone, Andrew couldn’t differentiate what was shredded nylon canvass and what was meat.  Save for a few backpacks, blood-soaked clothes, and one torn sleeping bag, the tent was empty. Three people should have been inside.

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