Brian Eckert

“The drugs!  Ditch the drugs!  He’s coming!” When Pete doesn’t immediately comply with my frenzied request to jettison the narcotics I grab his backpack and attempt to throw it into the brackish water. “Take it easy man,” he says, wrestling the bag away from me. “We’re gonna be fine.” Stanton has no reaction. He silently […]

I take what is left of my potatoes and flatten them out on the rim of the plate. I want her to acknowledge how smooth I’ve gotten them.

I smirk.

My silence has no motive.