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And Rapture, fiction by Sheldon Lee Compton
There was this time I thought Gabriel was blowing his horn and dive-bombing me into Hell. Turned out it was a Mack coal truck across the road at Dale Trivette’s Trucking pulling onto Route 610. I was in bed and thinking … Continue reading
Sheldon Compton's The Same Terrible Storm
One of the ways I judge my fiction is by its relative veracity. It bugs the hell out of me when writers get easy things wrong: gun details, car details, wildlife, you name it. In Sheldon Compton's The Same Terrible … Continue reading
The Troubles, fiction by Sheldon Compton
“Raise your shirt, Mr. Mullins.” “How about I just take it off?” “That’ll be fine.” She asked him to breathe heavily three or four times, moving a stethoscope from his chest to his back and then to his chest again. The assistant was … Continue reading
Remodeling, fiction by Sheldon Compton
A weak rain fell and settled across Route 6 like a worn out bed sheet so that oil and grease left from the occasional car and several short-bed coal trucks rose back to the surface of the blacktop. The road … Continue reading