Ben R.·Jul 23, 2017The Good MercenaryThey ran through the forest as branches and vines thrashed and beat against their bodies. Thorns ripped at their exposed knuckles as they…
Ben R.·May 10, 2017Treblesome MemoriesThe fire blazed and conveyed to the man, “I am, also.” The man nodded and tilted his sturdy tumbler of whiskey towards the fire and drank.
Ben R.·Apr 10, 2017RedMy hands were gripping the stitched steering wheel as my gaze fell on a styrofoam cup being pinned to a chain link fence from the wind —…
