“This is the blood-lust of brothers, the vengeful rage of the father, all of it born out and somehow flawless in its wickedness, like some depraved reenactment of Genesis staged solely for the amusement of reprobates.”That one sentence from Bruce Machart’s The Wake of Forgiveness encapsulates the...
Raymond had taken Monday and Tuesday off, spent the afternoons making soup from Tammy's recipes, flipping through old magazines and doing laundry, matching socks. He ironed his blue hospital scrubs, knowing they looked fine pulled straight from the dryer. He paced the small rooms of their apartme...
She moves quietly, attending to her clothes, her breathing slowed, her actions deliberate and composed, and Karel watches uneasily and wonders what is expected of him. He notes the splotched bloom of flushed skin above her breasts, but then she pulls the camisole over her head and slips into the ...