December 2015 - Jeffrey Allen Mays

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 33

I didn’t see why I was the one making the sacrifice. But the talisman spoon that was the ostensible source of the original potion’s power...

Was everyone but me in some mafia outfit? How did I get left out? Driving in the Lancia with its top open to the constant rush of wind...

As the blanket of silence returned following the four pistol shots, time stood still. My already wounded head was now spinning and I...

Why I’d bothered to stop at a red light at 2 a.m. in a contraband racing vehicle in a town in the American Midwest, I couldn’t say. The...

“Hold it—dreams?” Ringo said. “Better to tell me about them now.” My head was still reeling from the revelation of the sinister figure of...