“The thing about Christmas, for the longest time, was how Mom always burnt the bacon and how now, no one’s around to do it, so I burn my own.”
“Is the night something more than an oversized shadow?”
“I had to wander Earth without a core.”
“You may, at some point, feel rather uncomfortable.”
“People say it’s getting more dangerous each day, everywhere, especially along the Rio Grande of the Texican Border.”
Fiction by B. J. Fischer
New short fiction by John Bonanni.