Ralph Greco Jr.
By Ralph Greco, Jr. “See that…” Amy whispered in my ear, adding the tip of her anxious tongue. “Yeah?” I asked, staring with her at the vanilla-colored clapboard house. “…that side door?” I looked to where my girlfriend was indicating, or I assumed she was, to the front of the little house, left of the [...]21Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued
By Ralph Greco, Jr. Futility is useless. Yes, I can joke, but it’s a gallows humor. Although I have coded it well, I doubt this missive will even see a reader. Still, as I come to the end of it all, as my family and I are hunted even now, I feel I have to [...]1Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued
By Ralph Greco “My uncle says your magic will mix good with his magic,” Bon said. Robbie left the hut. Stewy passed the joint to me. There laughed. “Hell, I’m so stoned I’ll go along with anything,” I coughed and the old man coughed right along with me. Again another rapid-fire conversation in Vietnamese and [...]8Jan2010 | Editor | 1 comment | Continued
By Ralph Greco Jr. Humans are known for both their cunning and their compassion, it is a stupefying combination to most species and the sole reason I was the one out of all the crew to dispatch you. I was listening to the pod’s log. Outfitted as it was with panels and surfaces friendly to [...]1Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued