They Shall Take Up Serpents by James D.F. Hannah

All them bodies crowded under the tent, mixed with July humidity, it’s a heady brew, the air thick with sweat and the hope for salvation. Not that anyone notices, because Brother Josiah’s been speaking in tongues for the past five minutes, and this enraptures the crowd. They are hearing words intended only for God, the […]

Last Supper by James D.F. Hannah

It’s late when I pull into the diner parking lot. This one’s got a view of the interstate, with the hum of traffic droning in your ears. You get through the door, there’s last week’s grease hanging in the air. The walls are nicotine-yellow from ancient days when you could smoke in restaurants. There’s nobody […]