• Cranked by Mark Westmoreland

    Crank smashed his truck through the wrought iron gate. A Glock 22 lay next to him on the seat. Country Mud pumped through his veins. His temples pounded an offbeat rhythm, his muscles flexed rubber band tight, his body chilled with cool sweat. An hour before he’d snatched up Daisy Whitlock. She was shoved in […]

    Continue Reading
  • The Gram by Mark Westmoreland

    “You see what that sumbitch Rocky posted on the Gram?” “The Gram?” “Instagram.” “Instagram? The hell you talkin bout?” Scotty and Bobby Ray bounced along in Scotty’s F-150. They were hung over from the night before and unready for the day. Scotty looked over at his best friend, a dumb look on his face. Bobby […]

    Continue Reading