Jesse’s beast of an auto complained one last time, cresting the hill north of Gloaming Gap. The engine swore like a sailor and farted exhaust through the driver’s side air conditioning vents. Jesse’s gags from the stench stifled his salty… Continue Reading →
Chip Foster gripped his briefcase so tightly, the handle pinched the folds of his palm. He switched the case to his other hand. Tried to calm himself, tried to relax. Today wasn’t going to be good.