"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
By MONTE DUTTON The Clinton and Laurens cross-country seniors -- the Raiders have only one -- get ready to take he game ball to midfield. (Monte Dutton photos) https://www.sadlerhughes.com/ As I was driving to Laurens Friday afternoon, I thought about how the Raider cross country team had the tougher task running the game ball to …
Continue reading ‘With malice toward none, with charity for all …’
This is the final installment of my latest serial of short fiction. Preceding it, in chronological order, were “A Jogging Contradiction,” “The Good One,” “Contrary to Ordinary,” “Backsliding,” “A Sign of Weakness,” and “Sweet Freedom.” If you haven’t been following along, fear not, for I shall post the whole story in one take …
The first thing that I saw / When I woke up this morning / Was bad news on the TV I left on the night before / It’s the same old, sad story / Somebody shot somebody / Most of the time the victim / Was a junkie or a whore. The Weather Channel …
Eddie Sylva sat in what was mostly darkness, illuminated only by a candle next to his inoperable lamp. Similarly unavailable were the refrigerator, washer, dryer, television, phone (he hadn’t been able to find, or uncover in the darkened closet, the old one), uh, stereo, laptop, printer, clock, toaster, and undoubtedly various other electric devices of …
Nightrider's Lament 