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The Butcher’s Wife

The Butcher’s Wife

by | Apr 28, 2020 | S, Seamus Dignan, Short Story

The forest creaked like an old home, the oldest there ever was. Hosea stood among the pines, looming over the slaughtered sow. He said a silent prayer for his prize: last rights and grace. He’d always said a prayer for them—sows and killers alike. +++++Holding the...
Homecoming

Homecoming

by | Apr 14, 2020 | J, John Timm, Short Story

I told the van driver to let me off in front of Parkinson’s. He said he didn’t know where that was. I told him it was a restaurant in the middle of downtown. Ocean Avenue. Near Third. After a long pause for recollection, he said the name must have changed. I probably...