The only thing between me and that saw-toothed bastard is a pair of black Nautica swim shorts. I take a deep breath and lean back into the life jacket. The afternoon sun bakes my face. Legs and arms underwater feel… Continue Reading
You swing that sword around because it’s the only thing you know how to do. Because when the rain comes down at night, clinging to it is the only thing that yields any solace. You don’t know how you would’ve… Continue Reading
Another windblown day, the humps in the sand like mountains. There’s a scent in the breeze, fresh fish, or maybe shrimp. The smell came from near the water, but it would be worth it if he got there before any… Continue Reading
These are the facts as I know them. There’s not much to go on. Six days ago — Joe says seven — something happened. We don’t know what, but it happened at ground level. We’re three floors down from ground… Continue Reading