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Laughing All the Way to Hell

Laughing All the Way to Hell

by | Dec 24, 2023 | G, Glen Bush, Short Story

Only the weeping of a lone hawk and the metallic groan of an oncoming barge intruded upon Jack Willis’s solace. He felt relief lying against the smooth length of driftwood. To his left, a Great Blue Heron stood staring into a swirling pool of muddy Mississippi water,...
Lost But Not Forever

Lost But Not Forever

by | Jul 18, 2022 | G, Glen Bush, Short Story

“Coffee. Cream, no sugar. And a piece of that apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.” The wobbly counter stool needed oiling, and the screws tightening. The stranger’s worn body hunched and curved, straight lines long gone, adapted to the stool as he had amended...
Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures

by | May 16, 2022 | G, Glen Bush, Short Story

He reached inside his shirt and felt the polished walnut grip of his Smith & Wesson .357 revolver. It felt good. Satisfying. Just as easily he removed his hand and reached for the pack of unfiltered cigarettes in his shirt pocket. Tapping the corner of the pack on...
The Queen of MLK Boulevard

The Queen of MLK Boulevard

by | Mar 8, 2022 | G, Glen Bush, Short Story

I bent over the Queen. She was beautiful. She could pass for nineteen. She could pass for thirty-five. She was a chameleon. She was the Queen of Martin Luther King Boulevard. MLK, the diagonal street that divided the North Side from the West Side. The Queen’s side of...