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“What the hell were you thinking, Commander?” General Haricort yelled. I stood at attention, holding every muscle as stiff as I could, the wound in my thigh aching to be released. Not daring to break my gaze at the picture of the president on the wall directly in front of me, I replied, “Sir, I was taken prisoner. There was nothing else I could do.” “You thought surrendering to the enemy ...
“Are you ready yet?” she called from downstairs. “We haven’t got all day, you know.” “I know, I know,” I muttered. “Be there in a sec.” I tossed the last couple of items in my case and made sure I had my wallet, phone and keys. It had been a long time since we’d been on a holiday, and I mean a real one. Not just the quick weekend trip down the coast but a journey which wou...
Dwelling on past events has never served any purpose. Better to learn from the situation and move on, otherwise, all that is gained is worry, stress and sleepless nights. I don’t usually allow things to bother me, but my heated discussion with Susie last night has left me a little troubled. Living with Susie has been a pleasure. I enjoy our regular conversations about her work, the arts, life, and all th...
A hammer smashed against my skull, or at least that’s how my head felt. I slowly opened my eyes to see a white ceiling above me and several beds along the far wall. Turning my head, there were more beds on each side of me. But that action was a mistake, the assault of a thousand exploding bombs pounded my skull. I raised my hands to block out the light, waiting for the pain to subside. “Squiry?” came a vo...
She flapped her arms as if they were wings on a giant bird, slowly but with great power. Feeling her feet rising off the ground, she used all her will to ascend, each flap much stronger on the downward stroke. The elation coursing through her veins, she forced her mind to focus on rising into the air, later there’d be time for celebration. Upwards she rose, each stroke filled with determination and fear. She couldn’t afford to be caught again; the penalty would be severe. Higher and higher she ascended, now able to see beyond the towering...
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