Jan 18, 2020 | Featured, Fiction |
Every now and then, Farewell burst into excessively sonorous laughter. At each of these guffaws, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He looked like the god Pan, or Bacchus in his den, or some demented Spanish conquistador ensconced in a southern fort. The...
Oct 25, 2012 | Featured, Fiction |
“Couldya fill it up with regular?” The man starts to pump it in and Rabbit gets out of the car and goes around to the back and asks, “How far am I from Brewer?” The farmer looks up with a look of curt distrust from listening to the gas gurgle....