by Russell Fuller | Nov 3, 2013 | Fiction, GEK
It was the dead of night. It was the middle of nowhere. A dove hooted; neon hummed and buzzed. A pink word blinked on the gable above the front door: “Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.” A single light strung high on a pole and powered by a silent generator cast a pool of...
by George Keenen | Jul 10, 2013 | Blogs, Featured, Fiction, GEK
I had a limo take me to Jersey – a lush green state, Jesus! So this is where spring has been hiding. The driver’s name was spelled out on a laminated photo ID: Parth Semalayen. The photo showed a large balding Indian gentleman in a purple suit very like the one he has...
