Saturday, April 27, 2024
Hi. Lazarus here. Of Bethany? Yeah, that Lazarus. Had a couple of sisters, Mary and Martha. Fun fact: I’m the only one mentioned by name in a parable. So that’s cool. Not sure why Jesus cast me as a beggar, but you know, He is the Son of God, so. I guess He gets to do that. Figured it was time to clear up some things about what happened. I mean, I died.Saturday, April 20, 2024
Hansen tried to forget the last time he’d been in an Arby’s. The memory was nearly there with the first bite of the roast beef sandwich, got closer after the curly fries, then swam into full focus when he took a sip of the Jamocha shake. It was after the Murray thing. Murray was one of the good ones. Hansen had always thought so. Then Clark played them the tape.Saturday, April 13, 2024
In retrospect, the second grenade was overkill. He had said that he wanted it to be loud, make a point, let the neighbors know that something needed to be done, but she didn’t need both grenades for that. It was just a trailer, after all, and considering what was inside it, she could have gotten the job done with a couple of highway flares. But Charlotte was never one for half measures.Saturday, April 6, 2024
Rasul took another sip of tea, looking at the picture the tall American had slid across the table. There were two of them sitting across from Rasul in the lobby of the Islamabad Serena. Not that they’d asked, but Rasul liked the Kabul Serena better. It had been almost a year since he’d last been there. Avoiding the Taliban and their guests, he told himself. Nothing to do with being a real estate agent in a city turned ghost town, haunted by dead dreams and fading memories.