Author: Roy Bentley


Issue 2 | Winter 2018 |

    It was the story in that part of Texas. Her story now. It followed both of them, the whitish dirt. A powder, he said, that stuck. I saw runnels of crenelated dust. I had never walked in a desert. Never fucked in one. I drank a piss-warm Lone Star beer. Saved questions. Probably …