COLONEL SANDERS COUNTRY
A Short Story by
A James Hindle
It was day four of Kelan Hart and Lenny Todd’s VW adventure from Alberta to Florida. Now, travelling through the Kentucky countryside on secondary roads provided an escape from the … Read on ..... “COLONEL SANDERS COUNTRY”
Kikkoman Jack: 2
A Short Story by
A. James Hindle
Kikkoman sat alone at The Hole Below, a basement-level hide-a-way bar on Queens, owned by his friend, Lenny Walker.
The place was empty. That wasn’t unusual: it was never … Read on ..... “KIKKOMAN JACK – 2”
Kikkoman Jack: 1
A Short Story by
A. James Hindle
Kikkoman got off the bus in Tumble Falls.
It was a rainy Sunday, and Kikkoman stood alone in it as the doors of the Greyhound slapped shut and the bus … Read on ..... “KIKKOMAN JACK – 1”
A Short Story by
A James Hindle
A man by the name of Colin Payne emigrated to America in the mid-1800s.
In his early years in Sheffield, England, other than an obsessive interest in literature and storytelling, Colin had shown … Read on ..... “The Life of COLIN PAYNE”
A Short Story by
A James Hindle
There was a knock at the door. The dog barked — the cat meowed —
I went to the door and opened it. There was no one there, so I closed it.… Read on ..... “ASSASSINS of CONTROL”
A Short Story by
A James Hindle
We were in a small town in Johnson County — population 279.
My buddy Lenny Todd and I, Kelan Hart, were on our way home — … Read on ..... “The Day I Met JACKSON CANTRELL”
A Short Story by
A James Hindle
How can writing be this difficult’?
Inspiration had abandoned me. Like my old computer, I frequently required a reboot. I could eat some fatty fish, or I could take a walk and save … Read on ..... “CAIRN”
a short story by
A. James Hindle
Chicago — That Toddin’ Town.
No idea what that means, but we were looking forward to finding out. Lennard Todd (Lenny) and I, Kelan Hart, were on a two-week Midwestern U.S.A. … Read on ..... “CHICAGO or Not”
