Thank you to Club Plum Literary Journal for including my story “Greyhound” in their current issue.
Like the character in the story, I logged many miles on buses, assuming I could afford the ticket, especially when it was too cold or wet to hitchhike. As much as I love Jack Kerouac, I always seemed to have less money than Sal Paradise.
The link below includes a soundtrack from Calpurnia, also entitled “Greyhound.” Very cool.
Grateful to Flash Fiction Magazine for publishing my flash fiction story. Although the story is inspired in part by my father-in-law’s history, the scene and characters are pure fiction.
“Ink dries like scabs on his fingertips, sticky on the wheel of his Dodge pickup. He shifts it like a Mustang, winding out the clutch with each gear until the engine screams the next octave. His elation accelerates with the pickup until both are moving too fast for the gravel road. But he knows there’s still time to turn around….”
In the first magnetic lines of The White Field by Douglas Cole, the narrator Tom enters a surreal purgatory: “I walked into the sun. It seared the road and the rooftops, intense, blinding.” For Tom, the bright heat greets his release from prison, but not as a mere celebration of freedom….