Lloyd Miner

May 22, 2018

The Atlas

“—and the whole disgusting mess with the intern. You know she’s probably dead by now,” Glenda declared, sipping her Limoncello on the warm May Mother’s Day afternoon. “Who, Monica Lewinski?” Susan hadn’t been paying attention to the first part of the story. She was twirling a sliver of fennel from the lunch salad in her mouth. The last part—the kill part—grabbed her. She was feeling tired […]