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The Sin Eater

strange woman hiding in water

[by James Lawrence Rhodes]


It was November 1977 on the beach of Aberdaron that I first saw the figure of Dafydd Jones. The heat of the summer had passed into a bright but cold autumn. My father, an offshore oil worker, had rented a local cottage for the entire year and my mother, who was clearly bored to tears at home, had insisted that we get as much use out of it as possible. We were there for half term. Continue reading The Sin Eater

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Road to Orion

man and guitar in a dark room

[by Terry Sanville]


Albert Perkins let out a low moan as he slowly climbed the steps. “Damn knees,” he muttered and slumped into the first seat in back of the nickel-plated pole. The doors hissed shut and the bus driver momentarily twisted around, grinning.

“And a good afternoon to you, Mr. P. How’re gigs?” The driver  released the air brake and swung the big vehicle into traffic.

“You know damn well I haven’t had a gig in years. You be sure to let me know when Swing music comes back around.” Continue reading Road to Orion