by Rosko TzolovI went out. It was raining. I met a hobo, walking in the pouring rain, pushing a shopping cart. Dressed in a muddy grey coat, unshaven, his hair long and wet. He appeared in the distance enveloped by a mist of tiny droplets, approaching fast, walking with long strides toward me. His dog, a no-breed,… Click to read.

The Lottery Ticket

I went out. It was raining. I met a hobo, walking in the pouring rain, pushing a shopping cart. Dressed in a muddy grey coat, unshaven, his hair long and wet. He appeared in the distance enveloped by a mist of tiny droplets, approaching fast, walking with long strides toward me. His dog, a no-breed,…

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by J.M. Williams  “What is that you’re eating, Sarge?” Iric asked. “It’s something from a village south of the mountains,” Vott said between spoonfuls. “Something to take your mind off the hot weather, they say.” Iric’s nose stung with each shallow breath; the pungent smell was almost incapacitating. “That’s got quite an odor to it, don’t it?” Iric… Click to read.

Memories of the South

  “What is that you’re eating, Sarge?” Iric asked. “It’s something from a village south of the mountains,” Vott said between spoonfuls. “Something to take your mind off the hot weather, they say.” Iric’s nose stung with each shallow breath; the pungent smell was almost incapacitating. “That’s got quite an odor to it, don’t it?” Iric…

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