His Name Was Really Evil
Objectively, Gladys was right; Evil Patten was a good-looking young man. He wasn’t tall, exactly, but he had a lot of masculine charm in his broad shoulders and narrow hips. He walked confidently....
View ArticleI Went for the Gun
My truck was the only car in the parking lot. The starlight downplayed the fact that the truck was seven different colors. I actually don’t know which was the original—Javier at the Jalopy Graveyard,...
View ArticleA Welcoming Safe Haven
I was a little surprised to find the door unlocked, though I suppose if you wanted the church to be a welcoming safe haven, being open most of the time probably made sense. And it wasn’t like St....
View ArticleOr Not
“Am I supposed to give you fifty thousand dollars?” Her expression changed as she spoke. Now she looked at me like I was a cockroach, or a coiled snake. I hoped she didn’t have a taser in her kimono...
View ArticleYou’re So Romantic
“Still no place to hide,” Evil pointed out. “If he’s staring down at your smartphone, we might not have to hide very well.” Evil nodded, catching on. “In that case,” he said, pulling something out of...
View ArticleIn Matters of Combustion Engines
“Wait,” I said, just as I thought Zack’s body—and the dead deer—should have been about to come into view. I was whispering. “What about Marilyn Wilding?” Evil chewed his lip. He whispered back....
View ArticleCitizen’s Arrest
“Come on,” Evil said. He tapped me gently on the shoulder to get my attention. “This is bigger than us, whatever it is. Let’s get to the cabin and call your Dad.” I followed him. We ran hunched...
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