Playing Possum by Craig E. Sawyer

“This had better be damn good!” My eyes felt like burning coals in my skull. It was due to the case of Fireball I had sucked down last night. Possum had always been the dramatic type, and now he was going on and on about some plane that had crashed up on the mountain near […]

I Hate Mondays by Craig E. Sawyer

I hate Mondays. My words came out a jumbled little mess. Vowels usually dribble out your nose like nervous snot when you have the barrel of a .38 jammed into your mouth. I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair, in an unconformable room, in the back of what used to be a Dairy Queen, while […]