FICTION: Gavotte of the Righteous by David Brooklyn -
Since the day I turned twenty-one, I’ve had a sarcastic dog squatting in my brain. This uninvited visitor made himself—yes, it’s definitely a he—known to me just as I was blowing out the candles on my cake. I must’ve blown some fuse; I’ve always had this thing about the dreadful luck I’d have if IContinue reading