by Kenneth Clay
Somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia. I had driven here from Vegas in three days. I wasn’t sure what to expect. More casinos, more bars, and perhaps even something a little different? After what had happened with Cassandra, I decided I needed a break from shallow...
by Kenneth Clay
Midnight. Somewhere outside a motel six in downtown Phoenix. The full moon was in the sky and surrounded by gray, ghastly clouds. It was seventy-six degrees outside. A fine summer night. An even finer night for meeting someone. Outside room two-seventy-six, a woman...
by Kenneth Clay
This is a project I’m working on inspired by my short story Cassie. It’s basically the same premise. A psychopathic young man who cannot connect with others on an aimless road trip across the country. It’s split into several interconnected short...
by Kenneth Clay
I pulled over to the side of the road and stepped out. Blank Arizona fields stretched out as far as the eye could see. In the far distance, a herd of cows. Under my tire laid a roadkill raccoon. I leaned against my car, puffing on a cigarette. The sun was high in the...
by Kenneth Clay
When Cameron first saw my car, he mentioned going to Seligman, AZ and, “seeing what my car can do.” Seligman was a 120 miles away, and I had three-hundred miles. I also had ten-dollars for gas money. I called up Cameron and he answered rather quickly. “What’s...
