Psyk
In the summer of 1973, Arby, an old man of considerable wit and savvy, twitched nervously in his swivel chair with the ruffle skirt that hid dust balls and small… Read more Psyk →
That Little Black Dress
Natalie’s skin felt wet, especially where it counted; the crook of her elbow. He grabbed a blood-stained kitchen towel and dragged it across the area before aiming and shooting. She… Read more That Little Black Dress →
BLUE MARKET FICTION 