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Quickmires, fiction by Mark Staniforth
The obituaries made the Quickmires out to be good people: hard-working, good-to-honest, God-fearing country folk — all that shit. They spun more fine words once they were gone than the family ever had hurled at them as they preached their … Continue reading
Rainbows, fiction by Mark Staniforth
Becky watched Ged hook a rainbow right out the lake and push it clean down his throat, still wriggling. Dusk smeared the sky up like fish grease. Ged wiped his mouth with his sleeve and slapped his lips. He laughed: … Continue reading