A Life of Service by Hugh Lessig

Hawthorne returns from his pre-dawn walk and opens the door. He flicks on the light switch, but the house stays dark. The breaker box is in the kitchen, past the den where I’m hiding.  I’ve picked various ambush spots over the years, but Hawthorne’s den picked me. In here, I am surrounded with mementos of […]

To Go by Hugh Lessig

Orville placed a hand on the glass wall between them. They once talked like this at the kitchen table, almost nose to nose, the boy waving dirty cash and pleading with Orville to remember the good times. Even then, something separated them. Death Row simply gave it form. “I guess you’ll order whatever,” Orville said. […]