Ben Dodge

Stories by Ben Dodge

The Last Song

Illustrated by Codey Richards

Do you think we’ll get a last song? I’m not sure. This diary I’m writing in is full of holes. It’s sopping like a wet sponge. It reeks, but what doesn’t in the filth and the mess? Storm’s passing. Not like I’ve ever seen here. Even the explosive storms of my youth; running in the fields, the …