TOUGH

L orraine was still groggy at five as she stepped out of the shower and began her half-hour makeup ritual before work. She dressed in her un...

“Where’s the harbor?” Loney was forking hot dogs off the rollers in what passed for the kitchen of the Tumble Inn Tavern. He turned to fa...

 Reprint: Bethlehem Writers Roundtable 2015 “ This is where I buried my wives,” Biff said. He stared beyond the two marked graves down the h...