Russell Deklynn

So here it is. One of the first stories I ever wrote. I figure a taste is the way to go. It's dark, punchy, and gets to the heart of what I believe a good story is: sticky. (Pardon the  pun to those who actually read this.) 🤘 Slug: A Short Story Copyright © 2024 Russell Deklynn All Rights Reserved. Mara’s thong sandals were worn almost all the way through, which afforded her the feeling of being nearly barefoot. Coupled with her bare midriff, thin leggings, and the warm night air, she felt a little better—but not much. The slight slopes in the lawn that spanned for a half acre behind the house were as quiet as they had always been. Quiet, that is, as long as you don’t count the nocturnal song of crickets and amphibians as noise. Mara hadn’t turned on the porch light. This stroll, a requiem for her dignity, was lit by twilight, which also made her feel a little better. This wasn’t the first time she had walked the perimeter of the yard, gliding her left hand over the chain-...