THE HAMMER FILES: The Doorstep
A Cold Welcome The cab pulled away, leaving me on a street of broken glass and fractured memories. Alison’s house…
A Cold Welcome The cab pulled away, leaving me on a street of broken glass and fractured memories. Alison’s house…
Thursday, Erma, Past Due The day had a fog of smog and dust as I waited on the corner. The…
This hard-hitting pulp-noir is part two of the story “December’s Debt” which you can read , here. December’s Debt. You…
By Jack Hammer WASHINGTON, D.C. – The swamp just got murkier. D.C. Trump has declared “Liberation Day” for Washington D.C.,…
Home at Lost The cab was an old yellow dog, its engine wheezing with every turn. I paid the fare—plus…
Jamie’s Streets and Shadows. The world was a smear of wet neon. We moved through the night like ghosts with…