Ken Elswick was a retired archivist known to list stone-skipping as one of his many hobbies. He owned a labrador named ‘Future’ and held…
Stella Cromwell was a once-in-a-generation housekeeper. The calmness that came with keeping house – from dusting vintage wine bottles down in a cellar to…
Cracks grew deep in the barren, parched soil; baked hard like a wrinkled old face. Hot and dusty – the sort of dust that…
Paul Lipshut had been casually digging a grave in the pretty hard ground within the grounds of Necropolis cemetery. At a certain point, he…
Wally Funk could feel the weight beginning to press down on him. By his own guess, there were now nearly ten kilograms of live,…
Sometimes you just have to hit things. In Carla’s case that meant the rubber-sheathed steering wheel she was holding. Uselessly she’d already shot the…
Three lone strands of hair were all that remained atop of 4th grade teacher Bruce Starkweather’s curious-thought-filled-head. Moving at a pace his body would barely have…
None of us changes over time. We only become more fully what we are. Peddling his spindly pale legs like a demon possessed while…
Wizened Henry Mallick had come to realize the trouble with retirement was you never got a day off. Since finishing up his job as…
