the smuggler’s bible

Kamon

Kamon wakes before dawn to the red heat of the new year seeping through his curtains. He can hear it just over the horizon. It sounds awful heavy.

“We have some time yet,” his neighbor says when they meet on the sidewalk. “Probably we’ll be fine.”

Kamon goes to the hardware store and buys a shovel and takes it to his yard. The ground is hard with frost, but he manages to make a hole big enough to squat in and uses the loose earth to build up the sides.

Just like any foxhole, he hopes he won’t need it.