Monthly Archives: August 2014

Up with Spring!

The old man reached into his backpack. “See these?” he said, holding up a fistful of spikes.  “Caltrops.  They stop road equipment in its tracks.” His daughter looked at him.  “Can we go soon?” “Yes,” he said. He walked out … Continue reading


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Rockets Raising Eyes to Heaven

“Tell me how to make a detonator from this,” the old man said, shaking the old cellphone in his fist.  “You know, yeah?” “I know how.  But what for?” the young man asked. “No one comes to our old hotel … Continue reading

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