Kenneth F. Guerin @ Mill #6

She woke up alone in the cramped room above her bakery, bed-ridden, feverish, sweat-soaked. Her windows were open, but the weather on this hot August night was of little comfort.…

Onward and onward, faster and faster forward, he and Devoir urgently gallop along the country lane to the quiet town of Crécy. Cresting a hill on the outskirts, he brings…

He mounts his horse just outside the courtyard gate in the hazy gray light of the day and canters toward the familiar trail in the woods. Distant features are nonexistent,…

He opens his eyes as the cleansing waters flow off his head and into the wooden tub he is sitting in. Relaxing his muscles and melting into the bath, he…

Immersed in the climactic maelstrom at the water’s edge, he and his lover move together with complementary rhythms… Coupled, entwined… With vocal, surging desires… Onward and onward… Faster and faster…

With a crash, low-hanging branches buffet his face as Triomphe shoots into the forest and gallops onward along the narrow path, the thrill of the chase pulling them faster forward.…

With a crash, low-hanging branches buffet his face as Triomphe jumps through the hedge and gallops onward along the familiar, moonlit road, both horse and rider feeling the urgency pulling…

With a crash, low-hanging branches buffet his face as Triomphe jumps through the hedge and gallops onward across the field, both horse and rider feeling the urgency pulling them faster…

“… lacrimosa dies illa,qua resurget ex favillajudicandus homo reus —Huic ergo parce, Deus.Pie Jesu Domine,dona eis requiem.” … that tearful day,when from the ashes shall rise againsinful man to be…