fiction
-
by Michaelsun Knapp Mr. Grey got up from his plush seat to walk to the lavish bathroom on the train moving above the streets Paris. He was sorely tempted to leap onto an overstuffed chair, fire once or twice into the air with a gun he didn’t have, and shout from the top of his
-
by Sean Reynolds Mark could barely make out the features of the figure at the end of the off ramp, until he came to a stop behind the long line of cars and got a good look at him. As he inched forward, he watched the stout, thirty-something man in short pants and tennis shoes
Vox Inaudica 