TOUGH

“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...

I wasn't home but ten minutes when she poured two fingers of whiskey into a chipped mug and slid it across the kitchen table.       ...