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In The Bag

In The Bag

by | Oct 23, 2018 | J, Jason Beech, Short Story

It’s the third time this month Andrew has stopped me.  “Anastasia.” He puffs my name out with with a volcanic sigh. I keep walking. I’m not having it tonight. I need to get home to my boys. Andrew calls out my name again in a tone which foghorns the trouble he...
Blood, Sweat and Sawdust

Blood, Sweat and Sawdust

by | Nov 6, 2017 | J, Jason Beech, Short Story

Courage swells and dissipates like the tide. I drop my eyelids and shove hands deep in my pockets. Hides the shakes I get from my brothers. +++++Horses hooves, pig oinks, tension strung tight as barbed wire. The church-sized barn heaves with associates. Sweat, light...