The Run by Sam Wiebe

The move came after breakfast, while the prisoners were waiting for the Sheriff’s van to take them to court. Always a hold-up. If not the van then paperwork, or the prisoners themselves needing piss breaks or pussy plugs or some piece of vital correspondence they’d left in their cell. You could make enemies by making […]

Mother’s Good Little Boy by Sam Wiebe

…but I had to. When the story comes up, and it often does because Christ, what a sick and sorry mess, that’s all the justification you can offer. I had to. Didn’t I? Your older brother Axel, at 37, had moved back home. Taken his old bedroom, plus the adjoining room that used to be […]