You get real good sleep in jail. Especially if you’re hammered.
A dystopian short story by Hector Luis Alamo
‘I swear, man, we’re screwed, the whole world is done. Over. … This generation, Emily’s, I swear. They’re worse than we were.’
‘His two huskies pawed at an old dead possum, above them the cicadas were singing at full pitch as warm wind blew through the green leaves like hot breath.’
One last story about the election
“Valeria and Cristina couldn’t go on living together, not in any healthy way. One of them had to get rid of the other.”