The Walkabout by Stephen V. Ramey

Cheryl stopped the Land Cruiser at the entrance to Belanglo State Forest. I hopped down to help Bruce. A hundred yards of ground stood between us and the pine forest. “Down you come, mate,” I said. Bruce spilled from the side hatch, and I helped him sit on the floorboard. His ankles were bruised. I…

Two Flash by Paul Corman-Roberts

The Beta Male’s Survival Guide to New Port Towns We don’t get the fabled view we were promised near the end of our pilgrimage, rolling into town in my 1952 Ford Foo Fighter, hating the wanna-be beatnik talking and smoking shit in the backseat. Chattering teeth and the smell of something dead and amphibious as…

Elegy for a Snail by James Maxwell

“I can’t see how anyone could find two hours to do that.” It was then that he knew the best of whatever it was had now ended. As he lay in the darkness, the lamp’s muted outline resembled the long slender neck of a crane doubled over. “No, I suppose not,” she said. It was…