Ears shining with a faint, silver light

He raised his head and said, “Do you want to talk to me?” “Yes, that’s what I’ve come for,” replied the other. “You know me, don’t you?” “Yes, of course,” said Hazel, hoping he would be able to remember his name in a moment. Then he saw that in the darkness of the burrow, the…

Big city side-eye

I remember reading a short story many years ago, written (I think) by Morley Callaghan (most famous for punching Ernest Hemingway’s head), about a professional executioner arriving in a small town hoping to have a “good, neighbourly time” before anyone realizes why he’s there. Having tasted the first delicious drops of local friendliness, the hangman’s…