I wanted to shout, I got shot, but no one would’ve cared, and then after all that travel and hustle I got home and the silence crashed in on me like a wave.… more
Writer: J. Malcolm Garcia
Fourth Step
FICTION by J. Malcolm GarciaI did a lot of things. I was a drunk and a meth head, she said. I’m better now. Not perfect but better. You know what it’s like. I do, I said, but I never wanted to touch a child.… more
The Last One
FICTION by J. Malcolm GarciaBetween them silence had always replaced words, a silence punctuated now by the slowing beat of Dial’s heart and the passage of seconds into fewer seconds until the length of something cold ran through him. He allowed himself to sink into a vast, empty space.… more
