On "And Took Him Down Where He Got the Bends" by Paul Toth (662 words) ***

Here's a quicky for you, two guys on the run. Something bad is happening, something really bad. I'm reminded of a short story published years ago in the Quarterly, which had a similar freneticness (I write that word rather than frenzy, because "frenetic" is really that word I want here, but it's not a noun). In that story, two men are involved in digging a grave they don't want to dig. Also really bad. I'm glad I haven't been one of these twosomes one finds in fiction. Not yet at least. I'll stick to reading about such things here at Necessary Fiction.