Category: Anti-Capitalist Fiction

“If Arkansas was calling, then more jets were likely on the way.”

“Are you my mommy?”

“…Juliana finally asked if he still thought being a journalist was useful.”

“…he swallowed, and touched his jaw. It still throbbed but at least his teeth were intact.”

“…predictable or not, your choices are yours and no one else’s.”

“To an outsider, it might have looked like any of a dozen other piles, but Kwakú’s experienced eyes were already picking out little pieces of treasure, things the older men ignored.”

And the worst part of it all was, they were noble causes. They both were. Shining, brilliant, unselfish.