by Jason Bovberg | Jul 10, 2012 | Stories
I am on the B Train, reading the stark, black typeface of today’s headline: Religious Murders Escalate. The picture of the most recent victim stares up at me. A man this time, probably late thirties. Pale face, blank eyes. I drop the paper to my lap. I loosen my tie...
by Jason Bovberg | Jun 18, 2012 | Stories
Lightning splintered on the bleak horizon, beyond the sprawling, rain-soaked runways of Denver International Airport. Not a swell day to fly, thought Stephen Lindsay, perched on his barstool. He swiveled back nervously to face his double whiskey. Lucky I’m not flying....
