Fiction | October 30, 2018
The Last Voyage of the Alice B Toklas
Jason Brown
The writer lurched into the field, kicked a rotting log with the toe of his leather shoe, and yelped as he hopped on one foot. In his balled fist, he raised a crumpled letter the same color as the envelope that had come for him and threw it toward the mouth of the bay.
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