by Jack Remick | Mar 25, 2018 | Citadel, New Fiction
BRU From the crest of the fossilized sand dune, Bru looked out on the wide desert plain. Wind whispered a gritty rattle as it shushed in her hair. She scanned the desert through...
by Jack Remick | Mar 17, 2018 | Citadel, Jack Remick, New Fiction
As far back as I can remember, I’ve had a sense of dread. I dream, and when I wake, I am sure it will be the day the world ends. Rose, my therapist, tells me more of her clients have apocalyptic dreams like mine. She doesn’t know what it means.Yesterday at the beach...
