Since working out exactly how to close the metal security gates at the entrance of the Triggs hypermarket, our group of seven had been huddled in the men’s clothing section, toward the back of the store. We each stared off in our own thoughts for a time. The only sounds came from the mall area. Out there, the children shimmied up and down the front gates, hacking and whooping with those croup-like coughs. (more…)

August 20

Damn, shure was hot twoday, don’t care what anyone saz I think the ohzone really has had it. Heat waves was every-where, jumping like children on a hot assfault road. Wasn’t for the damn heat I could have focused better on oldman Wertman, and if I could have focussed better I would have got a cleen shot stead of a messy gut shot. Damn old man is probabely going to be screaming all nite, maybe even the next day he is a pretty strong old man. Shure does not help my headaches, hearing him screaming. If bullets were not so hard to cum bye I would finish the job for shure I would. Maybe I would even shut up his damn wife, old lady Wertman, sometimes she screams so loud at me, she screams “Dick yu are a Crazie Sum-Bitch!” (more…)

1My signature chicken soup bubbles happily on the wood stove as I load the .45 revolver at the kitchen table. It’s getting dark later now and the wind’s softening bite heralds a warm spring just over the horizon. I check the windows before sliding the hardened oak shutters into their cast iron slats. (more…)

Ashley turned the latch on the door locking herself and her new friend Sarah in the bathroom.  Her heart pounded, nearly matching the beat of the techno music shaking the floor beneath them.  Brushing her slightly sweat-moistened strawberry blonde hair off her sticky brow she drew a deep sigh of relief. (more…)