Kay Levine Spencer
Kay Levine Spencer lives and writes in the mountains of northern California.
— From November 1989
Fiction
The Reverend Clearwater Immler Meets The Devil
Evil crouched above him in the eaves, watching, soundless. Infinitely patient evil, colorless, invisible in all lights. If evil has a mouth to smile, it was smiling. Its long waiting had at last been rewarded.
November 1989
Fiction
A Night Swim
Phillip Fanno was playing with his food. He gave his pork chop a mashed potato beard and moustache, a julienned-carrot nose and mouth, and, not finding suitable eyes on his plate, cast about the table for them.
September 1988
Fiction
The Pilgrim
Jenny sat inside the roar of the plane, concentrating on distracting herself. She was flying to Seattle in response to one of those phone calls during which the world momentarily freezes in its orbit. “I’m a friend of your father’s,” the woman had said.
June 1988
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