Rich Robinson slowly opened his eyes, unaware of how long he’d slept or what time it might be. He expected to see his wife, Gina,

We met because Monica blew Bill in the Oval Office and spilled some of the load onto her darling blue dress and hung that unwashed

I’ve been in combat, shot at, lost my hearing for three weeks from an IED—but all that was tame compared to Laura Marley’s driving. The

She was short, a little under five feet tall, with flat brown hair and a smooth face. Her chin was round, her eyes brown and

I first saw her at the IKEA that never closes on Van Dyke Street. It was three in the morning. I had gone in search

That was the last I saw of her. Her wrists tightened under the clasp of the mercury-plated handcuffs, sedated into a deep sleep. According to

The holy silence of the street was still disturbed by stragglers hurrying home before Yom Kippur’s seizure of the roads. Valentin walked up to the

As the son of a nurse, I spent many summer afternoons at my granddad’s house while Mom worked long shifts at the hospital. Granddad’s house

My heels clicked against the sidewalk with a growing impatience. My old house was on this street, and I longed to see it again. I

They had him on coolers because he was quiet and he didn’t complain about the cold on his hands. That was what the woman who

Before I can blink my eyes open, hers are already darting up and down. Morning dew drips from the window, something I’ll have to pat

“You cut it really close,” my sister observed.  All of her entertainment for the three hour train ride – a rose gold iPad, a Delia

Ari twisted his upper body and squirmed against the leather restraints holding his wrists to the bedrails of the hospital bed. The itch from the

Lieutenant Mandy Clarke flight-checked her MH-60S Seahawk, as usual, touching and noting the tail rotor gearbox, running her fingers along the drive shaft housing, checking