The Far Turn by Kelly Luce via Printers Row (The Chicago Tribune)
That summer, 1987, it was just me and Donny at the track. The other guys…
That summer, 1987, it was just me and Donny at the track. The other guys…
He is groggy as he rummages through the pantry, checking behind the cans of asparagus…
Little Lara runs across the yard giggling, her hair a brushstroke streak. No. I am…
On vacation we met a German. He wanted to go south to the ocean for…
Almost everyone was dead, and Joe was lost. Two lovers dead—one of AIDS, the other…
Another tooth plinked into the tea glass and Harush blinked at it twice. “Again?” cried…
The image of frozen cattle would stay with David Weatherall long after the shock of…
They met on a Friday after work, the three men in their fifties. Mitch, the…
Our second day back in town, we forage in Josh’s family’s old barns for salvageable…
There’s me in my car and my car plays a song. There’s the ten over…