The man is ready. He isn’t going to be caught napping, no siree Bob. His opponent seldom lost a fight, or so he had heard, but tonight Ted, as he prefers to be called, is confident everything needed to win is at hand. He has whiskey, to keep his insides warm, but not too much, […]
Read More The Reckoning – by Andrea HarbourThe kitchen is in total disarray. A whispered groan escapes my lips as I take it in: pots and pans strewn across the counter top, the table obscured by dainty floral china. My father has cleared a small area for his cereal bowl and coffee mug. “I see Mom was at it again last night,” I murmur.
Read More Being Her Sunshine – by Dawn Beecroft TeetzelThe smarting, purplish-blue mass compressing Father Dawson’s right eye reminded the doctor of the beached jelly-fish he and his fellow bay urchins once impaled on rough-hewn driftwood swords and spears.
Read More Hard Crust- by Mark Hoffe
