"A People's History" story by Marla Cantrell.
I’m sitting on the shoulder of the highway, two days before the end of the world. I slipped a Xanax in Loyal’s soup at supper or I’d be in the storm cellar with him
“Let the dead bury the dead,” J.T. says, and then honks and tries to switch lanes. We are inching across the Midland Boulevard bridge that crosses the Arkansas River. This used to be the easy way to get from Fort Smith to Van Buren
A pair of short stories by two Arkansas writers in honor of the Travel South Showcase being located there next week.