Behind the paunch and strut, Bubba was strong. Holding a ten-pound sledgehammer at arm’s length, he’d lower it to touch, ever-so-gently, the tip of his nose. Of course, with a face like his, who’d notice—or care—if he slipped?
About Me
- Jack Feerick
- Freelance writer and critic-at-large for Popdose and Kirkus Reviews. Three-time JEOPARDY! champion. Work featured in KYSO Flash, Penny, and Panoplyzine. Currently seeking representation for my novel The Honeythief. Makes music on SoundCloud. Lives and works in western New York. Face made for radio.
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