When The Ink Runs Dry

By |2021-07-29T14:42:11+01:00January 31st, 2021|Short fiction|

They had rented a car just outside of Phoenix. Only 400 miles to go. It was already noon and temperatures were at their highest. Charles had taken his shirt off. He liked driving around like that in a convertible. If the car had the top down; he felt obligated [...]

Mexican Rum & Jazz Sessions

By |2021-07-29T14:45:58+01:00November 20th, 2020|Short fiction|

I had a notorious list of things I wanted to give up in my life, but she was never on there. Before her, I didn’t even like jazz. I almost feel inclined to say I hated it. I had always been a seeker, never stayed in one place for [...]

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