“Mr. Batch?” “That’s me.” An old, grey-haired man folded his magazine and stood up. “I need to ask you something about your brakes,” I said….
I nearly killed a boy named Jonathan Pilby when I was fifteen. If that nosy jogger hadn’t found his busted bloody body under the bridge…
The police reports were true. They were true because I wrote them. I wrote them with my fist and I wrote them with my blood….
Irv drops the rifle, nears his son, Scotty. Scotty’s got a hole in his belly, and the half-open refrigerator, casting one slim yellow ray, picks…
I scurry across with a bottle of homemade dulce de frutabomba in my hands because if I hurry in, I can hurry out. It does…
His alarm clock used to sit in a box on a shelf in a department store that displayed mannequins that looked like high-end hookers. That…
Her father asked if I drank. I lied and said no. I could tell he still didn’t like me much. But she liked the fact…
“Every nurse has learned about the five rights…” –RN Journal The right time of day. The right medication, dose of medication. The right patient. The…
A tel dig occurs in the hills of Israel to prove, once and for all, where the city of Kiriath-Jearim actually was. Spades spade. Brushes…
Fig. 1. Hunting mushrooms in the dead of night, walking through woods where god and all his wildness lives. There is an owl in the…