Paper Dummy

Afghanistan. Or maybe it’s Congo. Or Rwanda. Odd, how he can’t remember which, can’t remember exactly which one of so many nightmare holes that was. The failing equipment is vivid in his mind. He can still remember the codes painted on the metal, the sparks coming out of personnel carriers …

Handing Off

“I’m on my way,” is all Drin says when she makes the call, and he shows up within twenty minutes. “Sweetheart, I came back,” he says, striding into the room. “Can Emma sit with us?” Emma’s sure she can feel Dance moving around under the sagging springs, but she sits …

Unlikely Triggers

Emma points at the computer monitor. “See, this queen-sized one has an iron frame, the legs are about two and a half feet long–” “No, no,” Dance says, “we don’t need–” “Yes you do need another bed,” Emma says. “Drin needs it for his back. Stop making selfish excuses. Don’t …