Month: March 2016

FICTION: With A Name by Michael McGlade

I hadn’t seen Harry Ficco since he was popped in the nuts by a ginger midget. Vicious little bastard: the midget, not Ficco. Had it coming for what he did. Shouldn’t have slept with the midget’s wife. But Ficco wasn’t…

FICTION: A Shortage of Things to Say by Albert Tucher

“Interesting,” said the fisherman. “How is it interesting?” said Coutinho. It struck him as anything but. “You could say that’s the southernmost dead man in the United States.” Coutinho got the joke. No one who drove through the nearby town…

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