Labour Day

Struggling through the bog at the back of the farm, Brody shifted the black garbage bag tucking it under his left arm, his right clearing a path through a mosquito fog.  “There’s a special place in hell for people like you,” he said. Mike, five meters ahead, turned and stood at ease. “D’ya mean military […]

I’m working on it…

“I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live. They are what our friends tell us, in their pain and joy, their passion and rage, their yearning and their cry against injustice.” – Andre Dubus