by Samuel J. Adams…

I jilted a lover once—I was caustic, young, and cold and I didn’t think things through—and a few days after the jilting this lover left a dead squirrel on my doormat, a chubby and fluffy Eastern gray slashed open at many angles to dispel the calm of a silver-lighted Sunday morning in mid-October.

Read the whole squirrely story at Bull Men’s Fiction…

Samuel J. Adams is an MFA candidate in fiction at Bowling Green State University. His recent fiction appears in New World Writing and Rubbertop Review. You can follow him on Twitter: @Bib_Zone