by Kenneth Clay
Thomas woke up approximately five days later, laying face-down on a stained, and rain-soaked mattress. He stretched his arms out and let out a long, exasperated, groan. Thomas slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around the alley. It must’ve been near a...
by Kenneth Clay
We came to learn that the other man in our jail cell was named Johnny. He was in there for the attempted murder of a guy who was stealing his car. Johnny knew that he was gonna get sent to prison, thus he made a deal with us. “They don’t prosecute for...
by Kenneth Clay
Travis and I continued walking down the highway, with the sun in our faces, and sweat dripping down our backs. I still hadn’t told Travis the plan, and I could see that it was getting to him. His muscles were tight, and I can bet that his heart was racing. I...
by Kenneth Clay
I woke up sometime later, with my face in the dirt. My head was wicked sore and tiny pieces of glass were lodged inside my skin. A tree branch had landed on the dirt just a little bit away from my nuts. If I had been thrown out the windshield just an inch further, I...
by Kenneth Clay
Each morning, I roll over and reach for the needle. There’s just barely enough in there to allow me to get my fix. I, using drug-addict precision, carefully slide the needle into my veins. There’s little masses of purplish scar-tissue that make it tough to...
