Michael Anthony

New Ezekiel

By Michael Anthony Gordon Richard’s Delorean shimmied and sputtered, jerking its way off the Interstate like a steel crab minus some legs. Gordon punched the dashboard and cursed. The car was only two years old for Christ’s sake. Next time he’d bring a Honda. He maneuvered off the highway–the car glided downhill for a few [...]

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