Fly-By-Night —

By J.M. Faulkner The dim, canopied trail unfolds ahead. I park, and the blonde hops into the back. Pretty? I don’t know. She’s faceless in the rear-view mirror. “Going far,” I ask? “Library.” A hitchhiker, then. Just as well—seems my wallet has a hole in it. “Little late for a read?” “I like books,” she […]

Fly-By-Night —

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