Stale air and the painted face of a weathered stewardess greeted us as we entered the cabin. The inquisitive glares of the first-class passengers…
Keaton D’Amato once asked me if I’d heard of Robert Johnson. Sure, I replied. Old blues man. That’s right, replied…
Continued from “West”
The RV made it to Austin before it died, without fanfare, in the night. Dena and Chris…
They sold Dena’s car, Chris’s bike, their used textbooks. They sold the dresser Dena’s father had given her before he died, the one that belonged to…
I remember thinking to myself that we shouldn’t be doing this, that even though the weather forecast said no rain, the…
“Fred. Fred, wake up.”\He stirs from his wounded slumber as Amelia squeezes his shoulders, shaking him gently. Fred is leaning against the…
Cliff watched in horror as his grandson stepped out of the car and jump kicked a scantily-clad woman in the spine…