You're a 60-year-old vet and and you left your wife and a solid pension ten years ago because the ghosts in your head wouldn't let you be. Life's simpler when you forget. Work, beer, whisky, sleep.
Until you end up at the wrong bar on the wrong night and everything you've been running from blindsides you like a Greyhound running a red at seventy miles an hour. The next thing you know you're in a cheap motel room off the Interstate with two grade-A psychopaths using a knife you swore you'd never touch again.
The Herat Handshake is live in Switchblade Magazine Issue 4. 14 raw stories, plenty of bad juju.