Older brother cut a hole center of a pink-flowered quilt. “Zip up yer coat. Put yer head through.” She dropped the old naked doll dancing in her hands. “Hold still.” He tied the loose material round her waist with twine. Cut holes at the shoulders. Guided her little arms through. A ragged hem he sliced … Continue reading In The Wind

The Sexton By Benjamin J. Gohs On to the next secret rendezvous where, in Charlie’s mind, anything could happen—anything bad. St. John’s wounds were visible, but his motive Charlie could not see. Swollen lips and bloody nose, reddened cheeks and snuffling crimson he tells the truth now all. “This what really happened.” St. John gazed … Continue reading The Sexton

Gibtown By Benjamin J. Gohs Henry watched the others pretending not to watch him. Young. Dyed hair, tattooed skin, heavy lipstick and funny hats, retro slacks and grandma’s jewelry. He noted them with cryptozoological curiosity. Never could grasp the desire for uniqueness. Delicious tall legs, straight spines, slim fingers, joints without ache. Polite, proper, respected, … Continue reading Gibtown

Charlie Foote’s Mayday By Benjamin J. Gohs When your last chance reaches across the latitude and longitude of impossible happenstance, and plucks your name from that old slouch hat, you don't ask, you don't argue—you just nod in solemn uncertainty and go. Go where? Do what? Voice on the telephone said it would be good … Continue reading Charlie Foote’s Mayday