Short Fiction, Poetry and Classic Book Reviews
In the bedroom, Victor lifted the mattress from the bed and dragged it to the corner of the room. He then flipped the bedframe up and threw it on top of the mattress. "I'm not sleeping here another night," he said. He crouched by the hand-drawn map on the floor and ran his fingers across... Continue Reading →
New Year's Eve 1989 in the Venison household was one to remember. So it is unfortunate that I'm the only one who does. (My parents, and my aunties and uncles who attended the party at our house, all woke the next afternoon with "nasty colds" that seemed to have wiped all memory of the night's... Continue Reading →
