“Left asks: where are we going? Right never asks. But Left does ask and Right says: hush hush hush, and it sounds like a summer breeze or just shoelaces brushing along the grass and coming undone.” A short story by K.G. Kitasei.
“Left asks: where are we going? Right never asks. But Left does ask and Right says: hush hush hush, and it sounds like a summer breeze or just shoelaces brushing along the grass and coming undone.” A short story by K.G. Kitasei.
“Upon touching down in Mexico, Jack immediately had second thoughts. And he really started to feel queasy on the ride out to Dr. Smith’s, because the dirt roads were bumpy and the cab was an old Fiat that had no air conditioning.”
“Upon touching down in Mexico, Jack immediately had second thoughts. And he really started to feel queasy on the ride out to Dr. Smith’s, because the dirt roads were bumpy and the cab was an old Fiat that had no air conditioning.”
“I follow him for miles. He does it again and again. Riding up on some poor helpless sap’s ass, then gunning it to the right, punching it down the exit lane, only to cut back in again. My turn.” An excerpt from the novel Disintegration by Richard Thomas, out next month from Random House Alibi.
“I follow him for miles. He does it again and again. Riding up on some poor helpless sap’s ass, then gunning it to the right, punching it down the exit lane, only to cut back in again. My turn.” An excerpt from the novel Disintegration by Richard Thomas, out next month from Random House Alibi.