The Prostitute

It was a dry summer, filled with new experiences. I was heading home after months of being on the road, hitchhiking, sometimes alone, sometimes with…


The Grenade

To look at him, you’d think there was nothing particularly unusual about Collier. He was just an average guy, though uncommonly nice. It’s true that…


Snick!

There was a satisfying weight in his hands. Weight meant significance, weight implied power and meaning. He had hold of a chunk of steel with power…


Jack Tone Road

The Central Valley spreads out like a giant patchwork quilt. Green squares of orchards, brown rectangles of newly tilled ground, ready for seed. The…