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?
Freelance writer and critic-at-large for Popdose and Kirkus Reviews. Three-time JEOPARDY! champion. Work recently featured in KYSO Flash and Penny. Currently seeking representation for my novel The Honeythief. Lives and works in western New York with family, cat, and a neurotic dog.