zachary wilhide

One lighted window shined in the mass of darkness of the industrial park. The dashboard…

“I didn’t call any plumbers,” Louis barked at us through the tiny slit made by…

Indistinct shapes danced in the windows as the stolen Toyota’s speedometer twitched toward ninety. Small…

Boyd and I got the call on the radio sometime around mid-afternoon. Apparently, Jed and…

Cooking fires smoldered, bull frogs croaked and the occasional dog barked as me and Green…

It was too god damned hot as I pulled into a dusty Wal-Mart parking lot…