The men crowded inside. One of them closed the door behind them. The one with the car club tapped it against the sole of his shoes, first one foot then the other.Read More
Well, in the best of cases, they are found, stained with the blood and discoloration and fear of their last moments. Families cry, or don’t. There is a ceremony, or isn’t. The sinner is punished, or isn’t....Read More
It was spring. Sue Johnson was working again. It wasn’t her dream job, even though she had often wished she were working outdoors in nature. For years she had been enclosed in skyscraper-high corporate offices, bending over desks, sitting all day, staring into computer screens.Read More
The car rocked back and forth in that way old cars did, shivering their way from point A to point B. It looked old and worn, and from where she lay across the back seat, she could just see an old apple core rolling back and forth on the stained floor below her.Read More
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