The Butterfly of Death by Ambrose McJunkin
Miguel wiped his brow and stared over the valley. Povona lay below, a wedge of white stucco and red-tiled roofs encroached on all sides by forest. The solitary truck puttering up the town’s only paved road winked sunlight off the parts of its body yet succumbed to rust. The rugged track he’d recently assumed guarding […]
Ricochet by Ambrose McJunkin
By 12:30 am, the light in the hotel room had still not gone out. Wayne Thorton had never been a patient man, and the revolver in his coat pocket had turned into a ticking bomb. He should have been drunk for this. Oh well. Time to shit or get off the pot. He exited the […]
