Spittle oozed endlessly down her chin, glittering with crystals, a lethal matrix of quicksand. Bed 17 Fiction BY KJ Kabza Anjee’s uncle had died from “arteries.” At first they’d thought it was a run-of-the-mill heart attack, caused by run-of-the-mill atherosclerosis. But then they did the autopsy.
If You See Him on the Road Fiction BY KJ Kabza I knew the jungle better than anyone, but even if I hadn’t, I could’ve guessed where we were going.