

Short Story: Into The Water
Harold didn’t enjoy the act of killing, not the way Rick did. For Harold it was something that had to be done out of necessity. Because a past filled with wrong turns and ill fortune had led him down a twisted path to the dead end he currently faced. Harold wasn't fond of Rick. The two men could hardly have been more different, and in another life their paths would not have crossed. But fate had placed them together, and for now that was okay with Harold because Rick enjoyed


Short Story: The Geometry of Storms
The Tequila Sunset drifted twelve miles off the west coast of Florida. It was three days since the boat’s twin motors had run out of fuel. Danny had found a liter of water in one of the bow lockers. But on the second day, while Danny slept, Mark had finished it off. A few cargo ships had passed by. Maybe if the flare gun had been in its case, Danny thought, they might have had a chance. But the case was empty and the ships were far enough away that they appeared as little mor