Tomorrow's Vig

Green Acres

A black and white inverted pencil sketch of a human skull with a hole in it.

Carlita drew her hands down her shins as she strained forward on her wheelchair to listen through the door. Hector’s voice she knew but—a flash of panic. Two young female voices she didn’t recognize were with him. Her eyes darted to the floor. Relief. The towels were still blocking the slit. Yet, even six feet […]