Healing Springs, AR

It’s been a long drive. A drink sounds pretty good. You eye the eclectic assortment of tap handles. You imagine yourself a connoisseur, so you always look to try something local wherever you go.

If you encounter a faery on a stroll through the woods, chances are you may be challenged to a faery game — like berry picking. Winning such a game might convince the faery to endow you with the power to heal, but such ability always comes with a caveat…

Bradley Teague waits at the front counter inside Mountain’s Bounty, a General Store nestled in downtown Healing Springs. He rings the bell on the counter. “Be right with you,” a voice echoes from the storeroom in the back. Bradley smiles to himself, thumbing the bag of Fungo Squares on

“Good luck, Tracy!” “Surprise, Tracy!” What a fucking joke, Tracy thinks to herself. From bumfuck nowhere to hillbilly central. How’d an aspiring Pulitzer-caliber writer end up stuck with these cryptid-fawning tabloids. None of this work is going to garner any recognition (with sane people, at least). If Harvest didn’

We here at The Inquirer and Reflection are excited to announce that we’re expanding our operations and news coverage to Healing Springs, AR. The market there is even smaller than what we’re accustomed to in Harvest, OK (where our HQ is located), so it should fit our business