by ronearl | Apr 19, 2021 | Fiction |
You’d never held a gun on a person until that day, so obviously you’d never shot anyone either. The Smith & Wesson shook ever so slightly in your grip, your aim dead-center on our hit’s forehead. You were standing, he was kneeling—whimpering—in his fancy Spanish...
by ronearl | Apr 18, 2021 | Previews |
1 The Red Dirt Chop Shop has a 1968 Chevy Custom Camper sans camper for sale down on the tail end of Sangre Road. How much they want for it is soaped on the windshield but blocked by a sign that cannot be read so well. It’s gone into disrepair—the sign, not the...
by ronearl | Apr 15, 2021 | Fiction |
Hannah watched from across the road. Tucked between a Little Caesars and a tanning salon, the law offices of Grubby and Gunster hid behind beige glass and an ‘appointment only’ sign. The lights dimmed across the strip mall. A woman with a purple rinse locked up a...
by ronearl | Apr 10, 2021 | Newsletter |
Shotgun Honey at Ten Ten years is a good run, and don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere soon. I am a little remiss that for our anniversary there wasn’t a little more flare or flash, especially since flash is what we do. One thing considered, and you...
by ronearl | Apr 5, 2021 | Fiction |
“Please, Blake, you gotta help me.” Actually, I didn’t. Truth was, I barely knew the guy. Once a week we sat in the bleachers and watched our daughters play basketball. That was it. When I didn’t answer he went on, “I just want someone there when I talk to him....
