Published on Friday, February 19, 2010 by admin
Unnamed Short Story
by Almo Schumann
The afternoon August sun created eddies of heat that swirled on the sidewalk. From his second-floor vantage point, leaning through the open window to try to find a hint of a fresh breeze, Nick watched the hairdos wilt and the dark evidence of sweat spread on the dress shirts below.
"Birmingham," Nick muttered as he turned ...