Fiction
Summer 1945
Breathe upon These Slain
For Dick and Donny and Bill He heard firing now advancing upon him from two directions. He climbed frantically amongst the roots, clawing them away with his bare hands. Slim […]
Fiction
Spring 1945
Gone Home
“Now the season’s over, the fishing’s gettin’ good,” Gottschalk said, but Jonathan Hank only nodded and through the fall haze he could scarcely see his friend, tipped beside him, against […]