Things move quick in cyberspace, at least faster than I can make it out of the country. I sent a piece over to Tribe for Flashing in the Gutters, and before I could call the Hungarian train company to find out their schedule, the piece was up.



I wrote “For a Train” years ago, and it originally saw publication in Paragraph Magazine back in the day. Not crime, not espionage, but death—the death of Leo Tolstoy to be specific. Check it out.

(Originally posted at the Contemporary Nomad)