Break From Reality. Daily.
His left hand shook, making the ice cubes clink around the rocks glass as he brought it to his lips. Steven Reynolds stared at the last sip of Scotch before he drank it. The peat flavor didn’t have time to settle on his tongue before he swallowed. The alcohol didn’t burn as much as the…
This story is by Jeffrey Campbell and was part of our 2025 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. She put on her glasses then set the alarm on her watch. She confirmed the time with the digital clock on the wall. 12:02 PM. She looked to her right. The island…
