Lorien Lucero

Jay had little chance to think that morning.

“Uh uh, no. No way. I told you not to come back here.”

Come Monday, Jay took his first day off since starting at the diner.

Ed had just caught his breath when the drifter came flying in.

Jay woke to a pale world.

Ed Clinkscales was an old gorilla of a man.

Jay sailed under the hunter’s moon in his ninety-one Buick.