One afternoon, the summer before I started junior high, I left my younger brother to die frozen and alone in the English countryside. I’m speaking metaphorically, of course. The nature of this metaphor will become clear to you very soon. Not metaphorically, my younger brother and I rode our bikes to the local Aldi grocery… more
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Missing Saint
FICTION by Scott DaughtridgeThe scraping sound of the pencil against the wall is like a whisper, like the wall is reciting the prayer. … more
Learning the Pig
FICTION by Martin Reed“He twisted and rolled the pebble between his fingers, staring straight ahead at the black pig, lying tied to a post sunk in bone grey dirt in the middle of the field… more
