Mary and I were in the truck with the radio on. This was after dinner, after having taken the hour trip to town to watch a film at the little Orpheum. It was our thirtieth anniversary, and playing on the radio was a song I knew and loved, a teenaged girl singing “Johnny, oh, Johnny,”… [Read More]
B.R. Smith’s stories have appeared in Mississippi Review, Opium, Unsaid, and Ninth Letter. He lives in Cincinnati and is at work on a novel.