Some fiction for a Monday. An excerpt from The Flying Troutmans, winner of the Writers’ Trust Fiction Prize. A sample:
Shotgun, said Thebes.
Already dibsed it, said Logan.
I hate you, said Thebes.
We were back on the road.
It’s over here at Geist.
An editorial note–litfarm is going on hiatus for a week or so while I move servers and do some last minute shopping. See you in a bit.