Author: Greg Burgas

Eyelids flutter and flicker. Pain spreads from back to front and back again — waves licking a distant shore. Eyes. Dance. Luminous blobs. She. Reaches. Out. Pain slams into her, …

The December rain was pattering on the pavement. George Grover sat quietly in his booth, watching the late afternoon grayness slowly change to black. He was seated right by a …

Go. Down an escarpment of limestone to the creek bed. “Go,” a whisper in his ears. Thunder in the background. Wagnerian. Hardscrabble hands on smooth rocks. Rushing water washing mud …

I placed my gun and badge on the table. The commissioner looked at me, shocked. “There’s no need for that, Hulce,” he said. “You have been exonerated.” “I quit,” I …

“Do you have anti-bacterial soap?” “Sure. I got some from Bath and Body Works. Good stuff. Help yourself.” Delilah watched Nikos get up and walk into the bathroom. She had …