The Last of the Last Best Place

“Excuse me Sir, are you Mr. Dodd?” Jim Dodd heard his name and turned, unsurprised by the heavyset man huffing breathlessly toward the gate of his fortified fence. He was well-dressed, sporting a tweed coat and porkpie hat perched intentionally atop a manicured, yet thinning head of blonde hair. His shiny wing-tipped shoes looked out … Continue reading The Last of the Last Best Place