From Issue 12: The Mysteries in a Jar of Olives

Jonathan Gonnet   When I finally got around to walking into the kitchen I found the dinner table set and undisturbed. The condiments and all were just sitting there, lonely, and the room resembled a scene staged from New Mexico in homes built on nuclear test areas. I picked up a spoon left by the…

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