STORIES: Horizon

From the southwest the heavens grumbled deep and long, enough to shiver the ground beneath his feet, though Art could see no dark clouds from his vantage point.  Out west, the mountains rose and shadowed the town an hour earlier, the sun snickering at them all as if in playing hide-and-seek with children too naive and trusting to guess it could be found behind the same grey sheave of rock each time.  Art trusted the sun.  He had learned by now that it was the only thing he could depend on.