Dead With Grandpa 

© Albert Marsolais “Grandpa?” was the first word I spoke. He was standing before me, the two of us surrounded by undifferentiated luminescence.   “Yes, Jake, it’s me,” said the last person I ever wanted to see again, my grandpa, the one who’d abused me those years ago in my youth. Was this hell, or a... Continue Reading →

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