A Reaping

A Reaping

Sandra sat in the corner booth in front of the large picture window of the Three Bean Mocha shop, sipping her simple coffee. It was bitter, and she had not yet gotten used to the taste of straight coffee. But she believed she no longer needed the fancy drinks of years...
The Getaway Driver

The Getaway Driver

The Audi sat silently, poised for action. Inside, she shuffled on her seat, hitching her skirt back. Now her legs had more room to quickly hit the pedals and accelerate away. It wasn’t a long skirt, and it wasn’t practical for driving. However, it had a...
The Itching Seeds

The Itching Seeds

Valentine’s Day in Georgia is a snot-yellow drizzle, a hospital ward where the patients have already given up. Outside, brown kudzu swallows the town—snaking over abandoned hulls, collapsing porches, and telephone poles. It’s an inheritance that inches inward, never...
Mendota State

Mendota State

No football, no cheerleaders, and no marching bands here. No, Mendota State was not collegiate in the slightest. It was the oldest psychiatric hospital in Wisconsin and held many criminally insane patients during its long existence. Some gained notoriety for their...
As He Tells His Story

As He Tells His Story

As He Tells the Story By Kiki Pepper, Staff Writer Thursday, March 27, 2025 STROUDSBURG — As he tells the story, convicted killer and Stroudsburg native Brian Esposito first remembers experiencing abuse from his father at the age of seven. +++++“He might have been...