Efstratios Monafis

Heated Bellow

The crowd assembled slowly, a bit before dawn. Their overcoats and head coverings wrapped tightly about them in the crisp early morning air. The makeshift stage rose before them, surrounded by chain link fences on all sides. It’s erection was hurriedly completed in the night on the old Smith dairy farm past the outskirts of town. Just when the biting wind seemed to make the visitors too uncomfortable, the sun rose over the horizon and streamed a revelatory light on the scene before them.