An insurgent buries his newest creation – a pressure activated IED – under a long, narrow pile of dust and sand. The two slim and shiny slabs of metal lay between two previously charred minivans. He runs away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - … Continue reading Monkey Business
Fiction
Roadside Daisies
Pete and Melissa stood in the vestibule at Primo Pasta. It was almost time for the big rush. The dinner crowd trickles in before six. They pour in after six. Pete and Melissa knew this; they'd been working here long enough. Melissa prepared the podium and Pete Windexed the glass doors. The podium was Melissa's … Continue reading Roadside Daisies
Night Visitor
It's nine o'clock on Sunday night and time for bed. So, Mrs. D. tucks in her youngest son, John. "Sleep tight, Johnny. You have school tomorrow. Get some rest." "Night, Mom." She flicks off the light and closes the door. The streetlights' glimmer enters the second story windows of their South Philadelphia row-home. Johnny watches … Continue reading Night Visitor
Matt DeVirgiliis 