May 5, 2018 | Fiction |
Suddenly Mr. Bevins did not look well. His flesh was thin as parchment. Tremors ran through his body. hans vollman So many memories were flooding back. I recalled a certain morning. The morning of my— The morning that I— I had seen Gilbert. At the baker’s. Yes. Yes I...
Mar 10, 2018 | Fiction |
The dead lay as they had fallen, in every conceivable shape, some grasping their guns as though they were in the act of firing, while others, with a cartridge in their icy grasp, were in the act of loading. Some of the countenances wore a peaceful, glad smile, while...
