I mean, look at me. Jake Dakota. I’m 57. Broke. Jobless. Divorced. For the second time! Kids won’t speak to me, their minds poisoned by the exes. No health insurance. A shitcan car.  Me! Voted most likely to succeed, but… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

The preteen boys jiggled and swung on the platform, their bodies bumping against the guardrails. They don’t bother me. The ratatat-tat of the shatterproof glass by my seat window doesn’t bother me. A drunken man stumbles around, like a cripple,… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

Gertie weathered the donkeys’ endless braying — sharp and grating across the pasture: A HORSE’S PLOW WE WON’T ALLOW Their voices cracked hollow, like imaginary whips against which they rebelled. “Ignorant jackasses,” Gertie muttered. “The field’s been fallow for weeks.”… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

To so much as look at her, you knew: this girl was born to do one thing down here on God’s green earth and that one thing was to serve. Had that glimmer in her eyes, y’know? She’d go out-the-wire… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

The car door thumps dully behind me, an underwater sound far from my ears. With shaking hands, I fish the manila envelope from my pocket and hold up the first photo from the pile. I’m seeing double as the signs… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

Jennifer sits at the kitchen table, the sun hitting her dark brown hair and highlighting the pretty red undertones. Her face is drawn and pale and she stares down at the table as though her life is over. I want… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

Buckley Harrison wished his baby sister had never been born. This was on his eighth birthday. Little Bella, a mere six months at the time, had ruined his party with her constant crying and screaming, and she then threw up… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

Two nearly identical men in dark suits and mirrored sunglasses showed up at my door. One was about 6 foot tall. The other was maybe 6’1″. “We’re here with the Treasury, Fraud Division,” said the taller one. “Come in —… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

A blinding blood red sun marked the break of dawn as it peered over distant crags, its warmth providing relief from the crisp air as they raced onwards. John had already journeyed to the Sacred Grounds before, though the vast… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.