The Society of Frogs

By Tanis Korzekwa INT. RANDAL’S OFFICE – AFTERNOON The office is messy, file cabinets that line the south wall have the occasional random, half-open drawer. There’s a carpet on the floor in the center of the room with various stains on it. Its colors are so faded its old pattern is virtually unidentifiable. RANDAL, 39,Continue reading “The Society of Frogs”

And Church Lay Silent

By Mayan Godmaire It  lay in the grass.  From  the other side of the rutted road, it appeared to sleep. The plants flourished around it, nourished, it seemed, by its presence. Beneath my own feet the harsh beige stalks of winter wheat sprouted grimly. I was transfixed. My gaze, glassed over, searched the  naked thingContinue reading “And Church Lay Silent”