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One, two, three, four– –the suddenness of bullets was an odd cadence, sweetly rhythmic, punctuating the evening not with sound but with light. Muzzle flashes in the darkness, and he could feel blood in his ears, or maybe running down … Continue reading →

“I’m headed to Belgium,” he said quietly from where he stood, too-blue eyes cast down. Only silence met him, as it always had, when he tried to explain himself. “At least three months. It’s getting so I’m sure they’re testing … Continue reading →

The silence after that Bomb was dropped left a throbbing hollow where speech should’ve been, where–if Mr. Thorpe had been a reasonable fellow–they’d be opening a bottle of wine and toasting one another, where it should’ve been joy. Sandra kept … Continue reading →

The expression ‘quit while you’re ahead’ will forever remain lost on some people, like the kind that believe in doing what has to be done, in finishing what was started, or, in the case of some, in finding the end, … Continue reading →

The pouring rain wasn’t the issue. God knows he’d gotten soaked by worse while on jobs before. The lack of notice wasn’t the issue. How many times had he been bullied into an assignment without a scrap of consideration for … Continue reading →