First Prize, Environmental Nonfiction: The Earthquake Zone

The old man called to me from the side of the road. "Sit for a while," he said. "Talk to me." It was getting late. Aside for a few streetlamps scattered between the rigid blue refugee tents there wasn't much in the way of light. The earthquake had extinguished the neon signs that still clung to the shells of… » 1/11/11 11:26am 1/11/11 11:26am