Megan and Finn, 1973
[...] They raised their glasses in the booth. The pitcher sat in the middle of the table, Billy loosening his tie, Jeannie pushing her hair back and lighting a cigarette. They talked about the town, the fireworks, the local gossip; everything but the papers. They moved over to the pool table, just the four of...
Witness
“Thank you," he said, as I settled down in the chair opposite. He was late twenties, early thirties, same as me. Similar, without the smoke and drink; we could have been brothers or I could have been him, if I’d made the right decisions. “I want to talk to you about Jesus…” he began to...
Feathers
[...] We walked in silence for the most part. Sometimes he would stop and point out the landmarks she had written down on the map; the church steeple, the war memorial. It might have even looked like an older and younger brother out on a field trip if it wasn’t for the whole black and...
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