Empty Silos
The Face in the Portrait by Clark Zlotchew
The pit bull’s bark sounded as though it blasted its way out of a bull horn, each bark making the postman flinch. In between barks it lunged at the postman,…
FictionThe Costa Rican Dagger by Clark Zlotchew
write this report—some will no doubt call it a confession—as I sit in this cell awaiting my fate. I put this on paper so that people—including my wife—will understand my…