“I don’t know how you can drink that in this heat,” Devin mused…
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“I don’t know how you can drink that in this heat,” Devin mused…
Read MoreLamar’s Rio slid into the lot of a dive on the edge of town, some three or four miles up Sixty-one…
Read MoreThe stranger thrust them on in short strokes, stabbing the creek with his paddle like a heron spearing fish…
Read MoreIt was nearing five o’clock and the breeze, muted here beneath the pines, carried the smell of the marsh…
Read MoreFirst of all, I want to thank everyone who has read this story.
Read MoreHe was justified in everything he had done…
Read MoreJay wasn’t blindfolded, but he might as well have been…
Read MoreThe day was over. The sun was gone, but light still lingered on the horizon…
Read More“Just picture it. Tables of hot shells, end to end…”
Read MoreDecember had blown into town and stolen its warmth…
Read MoreA long time would pass before Jay met Mosquito again…
Read MoreJay had little chance to think that morning…
Read More“Uh uh, no. No way. I told you not to come back here…”
Read MoreCome Monday, Jay took his first day off since starting at the diner…
Read MoreEd had just caught his breath when the drifter came flying in…
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