Sanctuary
by Allison A., Montclair, VA
Fine,” they both said. And then he walked away. His hands hung at his side, fisted to the point of reddening the flesh, but his breath was slow and controlled. Kara’s face was pale and her eyes bloodshot. She sniffed and wiped her nose on her sweatshirt. Her lips were swollen and quivering as she opened her mouth to yell to him, but she could utter little more than a whisper.
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Arvel
by Paul B., Carkson Valley, MO
“Stand-to! Stand-to!” roared the inebriated and corpulent sergeant as he stumbled into the dugout. Dark and filthy, it was a treacherous place to be drunk.
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