By Andrew Pence “Where are you going?” Carl asked, knowing the answer. “Out,” Emily answered without elaboration, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. “Again, Christ. That’s three times this week and it ain’t even Friday.” “So? You can go…

By: Ian Fletcher They bump into each other after thirty-five years at the funeral of a friend from university days whom cancer has taken from the world too soon. They’re both staying over so have arranged to chill that evening over…