Beer Buddy Blues

July 1, 2023  :: 0 comments

It was fortunate when Peter Williams chose our newspaper, and specifically me, to tell his story. Now I was visiting him on death row, one day before his scheduled execution. A guard led me through a series of locked doors to a ten-by-ten room, painted battleship gray, with two olive folding chairs and a chipped steel table bolted to the …

Discernible Differences

April 4, 2023  :: 0 comments

Eloise screamed, “Come back here, dickwad. I need you!” I left the front door ajar, although a good slam would better suit the dark thoughts rattling in my head. My leather soles slapped the concrete as I stomped down the front steps. There was nothing she could say that I hadn’t heard a million times before and I’d long since …