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Spencer Rhys Hughes

Diary of a Dead Woman

 BY SR HUGHES

“I have been dead, now, for longer than I ever lived. I can’t recall the exact year it happened. I remember my husband’s scream, my daughter’s footsteps sprinting the hall. I remember my son’s face blood-speckled…”

A Black House Rots North of Town

BY SPENCER RHYS HUGHES

What you do is: you take the 295 up through Portland until you reach US-1 and you follow US-1 up through all the empty woods of Maine until you’re sure there’s nothing around you but the trees and whatever lives in the trees; you take it up through places where everyone lives in trailer parks and the bones of dead towns...