Waiting for the Man, fiction by Don Jennings

He didn't flinch when the metal roof popped on the far side of the trailer. Just kept looking outside, eyes level, gaze steady. Fingertips resting lightly on the windowsill.  Cops has been watching Lester from the pine forest out back for days. Maybe weeks. It was hard to remember how long. Seemed like a century […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...