Princess Soup-Bone

Princess Soup-Bone by Phillip McCollum The fact that Davis and Luca were putting their pans and shovels away indicated, for all intents and purposes, that they believed the old girl would not be found that morning. Johnny had been out on the hunt for over two hours, so the two men made the most of their time. They packed camp …

Killing Dixie

Killing Dixie by Phillip McCollum The Colonel’s blue eyes shifted ever so slightly. His crow’s feet appeared rugged and deep in the low light of the lantern hanging from the entryway trellis. “Now, son, let’s be reasonable gentlemen and take a walk.” His voice was measured. “Talk about whatever it is aggrieves you.” John Cunningham, Jr., son of the recently …

Apollo’s Revenge

  Apollo’s Revenge by Phillip McCollum This wasn’t the Italy of passionate opera, nor the Italy of Da Vinci and Michelangelo. Maybe it was the Italy of the Romans. Not that Private Hubert Bausman had half a clue about those guys. All he remembered were primary school tales of men in togas who turned Christians into lion chow. And …

The Bubble Man

The Bubble Man by Phillip McCollum They call me The Bubble Man. By ‘they,’ I don’t mean everyone–just the aggrieved citizens. And by ‘me,’ I don’t mean the current me–I have no more bubbles to blow. I’ve blown nothing but stale air for at least two weeks, seeing as how my barrels of stock were kicked over on their sides …

Wake

Wake by Phillip McCollum The boy’s eyelids had somehow popped opened again. He stared up into the star-filled heavens. Okomi, his father, shooed away the buzzing flies and swept his hand down over his son’s face. He then turned and made another attempt at fire. The tinder wouldn’t take. The fallen logs were soaked through from a recent rain …