Sunday Stories: “My Back Door Someday”

My Back Door Someday by Stephen Policoff So, maybe this was a mistake. Even with wildflowers along the side of the road aflame in early autumn light, even with my Haunted by the Blues compilation CD blasting melodic laments in my battered Subaru, all I can think is, Too many fucking cars. Vans full of children and dogs, BMWs ferrying white-haired couples in jaunty caps, convertibles full of 20-somethings swilling sports drinks. Even after I careen past the Harriman exit, […]

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