I’m lost and hungry. Walking quickly, I point my nose upward and hope to catch a whiff of a deep fryer, the scent let off by pubs as they prepare patrons’ meals. I listen for the low hum of a crowd piled into a cafe. Nothing.
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
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