My psychological horror story I Row has been accepted into the Oceans edition of Blood & Bourbon. It’s a story about trying to escape from the past by any means necessary, no matter how many tries it takes.

How far must I row before I’m free from that wretched place? A hundred miles? A thousand? More?

Mother called the place Summerwind. I always found the name grimly ironic. It’s a name that implies warmth, and joy, and love. There was none of that there, not ever. It was always a colorless void, with white carpets and walls, white cabinets and doors, white sheets and towels. A place of perpetual winter, blindingly bright yet impossibly cold.