By the time the joint is half-gone, Taylor is a believer. It is killer weed. He recalls his rookie year when the sergeant lit some in a training class so they could smell it ‘ all the jokes, eyeballs rolling, dope-crazed pinko/hippie perpetrators listening to...
Floating beside the bed, leaning toward him, dreary artificial light around her. Makes her stand out, a vision. If she’s here, then it’s real. ‘Pauli?” he whispers. “Who else would it be?” She’s gentle and sturdy, something...
by W.A. Smith Taylor Means does not consider his own little narrative to be anything unique: he’s lived in Atlanta all his life, there’s no secret wealth in his attic, no bodies buried in his basement; he’s a quiet guy, moderate mostly ‘...
by Gabriella Herkert ‘When you first trudged off to kindergarten,’ her mother began. ‘I failed the bar exam,’ Anne hiccupped, her voice breaking. ‘You don’t understand. I totally messed up.’ ‘When you first trudged off...
by W.A.Smith Laura was sitting up, looking down at him. The blue sheet was pulled to her waist, her breasts rising with her breath. “Good morning, Sweet.” He squinted and smiled, reaching up to touch her face, whispering, “Mornin’.”...
by Gabriella Herkert’At least tell me why. I deserve that much.’ ‘Over is over, Ron.’ Liza folded her favorite red silk blouse and put it into the suitcase. The bedroom closet was still full of crisp white blouses and tailored slacks. She...
