Fiction 2017 / Spring 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 47

Mercury—Tom Larsen

Somebody said he was a stone hauler with a broken heart. Whoever he was he drove up to Eagle Mountain the night before Thanksgiving with a quart of Wild Turkey and a .357 Magnum. The sheriff found him around sunup. By noon the news was all over town. We were shooting pool when the wrecker … Continue reading