The-Short-Story

von Wesley McCants (Copyright) It was raining one July night, the summer of 87 I was in my jammies talking to Maria in Spanish on the phone. Living in L.A., was boring me I wanted to make a move to the East, I told Maria. She said, “esperate amiga! what about me? We have been [...]

von Andrea Tallarita (Copyright) I never thought that the wind could be so cold. I didn’t even know that it screamed, when forced through a car window. Pete is driving. He smells of cigarettes, even with all the wind. We’ve been moving fast since Charles shot father in the face, so we’ve had less time [...]