The Game
“What we won’t do for ourselves, we will do for our children.” The leeches were cold, wet, and repugnant against Kate’s lower left jaw and lip. Gnarled fingers gently probed the swollen and bruised area around them. “Just a bit
Eddie
Marlborough Mass, 1932 Marc Amlaw did many things which his mother lit a candle for every week and for a good reason, but as far as his little sister was concerned, he took no prisoners and felt no guilt. No
Purple Hearts & Pink Ribbons
He stood in front of the full-length mirror in his late mother’s bathroom. His body held souvenirs from his life: shrapnel scars faded pink from his first tour in the mountains, a knife wound white and jagged from a