by Andrea Eberly | Sep 15, 2017
The end of Frank’s world doesn’t go out with a bang or a whimper, but rather with the siren of the emergency broadcasting system and a smoky, pink smudge on the western horizon. Frank Sommers sets up camp on the southeast edge of a high alpine lake—clear, turquoise,...
by Andrea Eberly | Jun 22, 2017
Robby Johnson sits at the bar drumming his fingers on a bottle of Bud. He’s been sitting in that same spot, two stools from the door, for the past two weeks. Since his dad and brother died. The only other person at the bar this early is Jimmy. Every night Robby...
