• Cara Quemada by Jeffery Hess

    Cara Quemada rode to the hospital in an ambulance. She stared at the lights along the ambulance’s ceiling. Three or four I.V. bags swung into her peripheral vision according to the bumps in the south Florida road. Every inch of her body stung like fire ants, like the first time she’d been burned. It felt […]

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  • The New Guy by Jeffery Hess

    A Skynyrd guitar riff licked the back of my neck as Tampa shrank in the rearview mirror. It was seven-PM on Christmas Eve. Me and the new guy were headed to Apollo Beach to talk to a degenerate gambler that owed my boss money. The new guy sat in the passenger seat, his knees high […]

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