Peanut leaned on a fence, panting, watching Ransom walk away under the staggered streetlights. The pain in his head was crystallizing, it shimmered and glinted. White facets strobed behind his eyes. He slipped between the bars of the gated construction area and meandered along a row of new homes.
Kana Philip was born in the great state of Michigan. He currently lives between up-and-down-state New York, where he is the creative director of a mobile media platform. His writing has appeared in Whiskeypaper, Orion Headless, CHEAP POP and is forthcoming in the Front Porch Review.