Weather-beaten by Andrew Stancek
On the road shoulder across from our church, our former church, our home, our former home, I am gathering courage to put my Rambler into drive, to step on the gas.
Andrew Stancek
Champagne Kiss by Andrew Stancek
When I open my eyes, Glinda is still gone. At the Parsons’ house the terrier is yapping, deranged again.
