Tomorrow's Vig

Beg

Pencil digital illustration of a young man with his head turned down and the back exploded out onto the wall

Mary swerves, missing a bike messenger and clipping a Ford Fiesta as she blows through the red light, her phone tight to her ear. Muffles and mixed sounds. Silence, then a soft-voice, desperate and hiding, pleads, “Help me.” The voice disappears and an icy, older man’s voice responds, “You called your mother?” followed by a […]