Mystery Tribune publishes "Long Lost Sally"

My story "Long Lost Sally" will appear in Issue No. 7 of Mystery Tribune. I really enjoy the language in this gritty noir tale, and I am very pleased to see it find a home in what I believe is a terrific up and coming mystery/suspense x literary journal.

You have to pay to play, but the issues are thick (~240 pp.) and beautiful. Here is the first half page to whet (or kill) your appetite:

The house is warm. I melt in my pants. 

I'm hot like a red river hog going after tree fruit. My pink knees are hot and pink. It feels like I'm bleeding, but I'm not. I'm full of stallion. I'm full of viper. I need to get laid. 

The miracle worker is on the job. I can call her but I can't. She doesn't like it. 

The phone screams. 

I know who it is. No one calls but him. I let it ring. I know what he needs. 

I open the fridge. The milk is bad. 

I remember cigarettes and milk. Thick fat and smoke, the way it mingled. The way it danced on my tongue and in my lungs. Jar of pickles. Yellow mustard. The last limp radish. I ate it's brothers. Devoured, skinned, and suckled. 

The phone screams. I laugh. Just a little bit. Then I laugh like a red river hog, and I pickup the phone.