by Pat Bove | Jan 23, 2025 | A Short Story
“Valhalla, NY,” I say in a rush. “Isn’t that really far?” the girl sitting shotgun prods her phone for answers—“still no fucking signal!” “Anyone know someone closer—I’m all ears!” I hit a hard offramp exiting the 287, whipping around the full loop to cross over on...
by Pat Bove | Jan 21, 2025 | Absurd Flash Fiction
I expected the morning to be a bit rough. A headache and a blurry recollection of the night before are standard rites of passage when you turn 21. I woke up feeling oddly refreshed—well rested, even. As I stretched and let out a deep yawn, I remembered being...
