Max didn’t even have to ring the doorbell. I came out as the van pulled up. I suppose I shouldn’t have been so eager for the visit but it didn’t occur to me hang back, to be cool, not yet at least. It was late summer, just before the start of eighth grade. I was… more
Writer: Barrett Hathcock
Portrait of Bullwhip
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Barrett Hathcock“I grabbed the whip and let it loose in the garage, let it slither around my feet, and then I took it out into the carport.… more
