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Cobblestone Road

We’re here. Town. The solution to our problems.

Ma and Pa described it as a place where everything is painted bright colours, everybody smiles all the time, and the streets are all paved. It sounded like heaven.

But the jolting of the wagon wheels over the cobblestones feels decidedly unheavenlike.

This story is based on a title suggested by Cody Bernal.


Noon: the sun stood still overhead.

A man in a black hat faced a man in a brown hat.

“Take ten paces!” cried the sheriff.

One, two, three, four—BANG!

Brown hat fell. Blood pooled in the dust; black hat smirked.


Black hat fell. “Filthy cheater,” said the sheriff.