The ancient church was large and gloomy, abnormally so in both cases. Working here was going to require additional lighting. The rich stained-glass light from the few high level windows only added to the density of the air squatting thickly…
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Monthly Archives: May 2013
The Ride, by Dave Cushing
“Barry, you got a pick up at 396 Madison. Apartment 3.” “Got it. Be there in five.” I dropped the mic on the front seat of my cab and pulled out of the mall parking lot. A call at 2:00…
Mustafa’s Plight, by Hollis Whitlock
Mustafa and Sangoma walked to a dirt road that led to the airport. Mustafa kneeled and ran his hand along the cracked soil of the African safari. Dust dissipated through his dark fingers, as he peered above the reddening horizon…
