David Mark Brown

Immediately after my shoulder collides with the frozen ground, the stone house detonates. I crumple and skid before being tossed like a ragdoll in the shockwave pursuing me out the window. Fragments of the tattering roof whistle overhead and disappear. And then I hear nothing but ringing. Billowing smoke and dust settles over me as … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.10

For a brief moment I hear nothing. Nothing at all—my mind and my senses blank, and it’s the most peaceful I remember feeling for the last thirty years. Through the corner of my eye I spot my satchel riding on the seat beside me. The burdens of the moment flood back in as I return … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.9