Tagged: David Busboom

A Gator We Should Turn to Be

Fiction by David Busboom Was it only today the Witch turned up in Jacksonville to weave a net she thought could hold us? Late that morning—this morning—we took Elaine—the name she gave—on the boat...

The Midnight Witch Goes West

The Midnight Witch Goes West

fiction by David Busboom I’m listening to the Beatles in Camden, New Jersey in 1969. I have a small record player. It’s The Beatles’ Second Album. I live alone, and tonight I’m slowly drinking...