Penance by Dana C. Kabel

“She was a whore,” Davis said. “Just like all the others.” His head lay against the oily wood of the ancient church bench inside the confessional. It was saturated with the reek of decades of burned incense. “And labeling her makes it alright?” The priest asked. “She was Chinese. That’s a label too, huh? My […]

Low and to the Left by Dana C. Kabel

“Are you deaf?” He shouted with spit. After his .38 went off next to my ear, I kinda was. Said, “I kinda am.” That earned me a slap. The bitch of it was, the gun was still in his hand and my nose opened up from the edge of the gun sight. Blood gushed down […]