Creative Writing Awards: “One-Point-Two Inches from Eighty Feet”
By Andrew Winter Mallery flung the map onto the dashboard, tearing it just at the point where a little dot said San Diego. “Why not just drive off the cliff right here and be done with it?” she said. Nub kept his eyes fixed forward, though he was not as calm as he seemed. “How many fights did we have growing up, and now that … Continue reading Creative Writing Awards: “One-Point-Two Inches from Eighty Feet”
