I. The Driver The junkie burst from the cab and fell right up into the orange-lit dark. Ralph leaned out his window and squinted up into the night sky, watching his pinwheeling silhouette until it dissolved into the clouds. His stomach churned. Ralph was getting lighter every day. He hadn’t told his wife yet, but… <a href="https://trashlightpress.com/the-four-oh-six-train/" rel="bookmark">Read More »<span class="screen-reader-text">The Four-oh-Six Train</span></a>

Terrence Underhill Before the Tsunami “It’s there,” Jessica said, not quite looking at it. She rifled through my purse, pulled out a half-empty roll of breath mints, and toyed with the ragged edge …