“Luck’s Refrain” by Meagan J. Meehan
Fast Freddy died slow. He’d been on his way out for damn near two decades. In most respects he’d died with Lucky . . .
Fast Freddy died slow. He’d been on his way out for damn near two decades. In most respects he’d died with Lucky . . .
I am a distinguished professor. I am a dignified person. I have a doctorate. I am important in academic circles . . .
She should have known something was wrong when the beach resembled a desert . . .