Stories

Ben’s partner had been back for three days, and he was still waiting for him to come home. ‘Home’ was vaguely defined for him at this point. He had moved…

I pulled the van into a side alley. Jimmy met me at the hotel's fire exit, the young woman slung over his shoulder like a drunk friend. Then we drove…

Jeff’s self-made promise that he’d use his day off in pursuit of relaxation rather than worry, fractured when the roadwork opposite his apartment window began hammering at the sidewalk again,…

I was taking my trash out when a massive sound shook the neighborhood. In the middle of a snowstorm the likes of which our state had never seen, I was…

Erwin Baldridge lived in a run-down house on Caney Creek. Each week he went to Mt. Sterling to buy more beer. He put it in burlap sacks in his truck…