Dry Gulch by ISABELLE STILLMAN
She fled in the middle of the night, her white minivan racing down the highway. She’d flung the campsite reservation clipboard on the ground, left the wash bucket on the stoop of the outhouse.
Read MorePosted by The Capra Review | Apr 30, 2023 | Fiction
She fled in the middle of the night, her white minivan racing down the highway. She’d flung the campsite reservation clipboard on the ground, left the wash bucket on the stoop of the outhouse.
Read MorePosted by The Capra Review | Apr 30, 2023 | Fiction
When Ryan heard Tayce unlocking the front door, he got back in bed, pulled the covers to his neck, and pretended to be sleeping.
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