The world is pink and white. I can’t move, and hear nothing but echoing hurried footsteps and female laughter. A brusque voice of authority speaks in a shouted whisper: “Remember where you are!” Pain. Silence… …Female laughter, male laughter,… Continue Reading
It is only a Thursday, yet Evelyn wears her pearls. Her fiance had given her the pearls two weeks ago when she visited him at Lafayette College in Easton, Pennsylvania. He was on the GI Bill and she knew he… Continue Reading
From her balcony by the Nile, Hatshepsut looked out over the land of Egypt and wept. There was nothing else to do. Her once-delicate hands, now marred by burns and plague scars, clenched tightly around the balcony railing. From the… Continue Reading
My first experience in Vietnam was to have a clerk tell me he may as well just process me out now as I was going to the Mekong Delta and would be dead in a week. My second was to… Continue Reading
The adulation, the hero worship, sickens me. It has sickened me for centuries, and will sicken me for centuries to come, for I am doomed to hear the tale echo throughout eternity. More tourists. They come to Altdorf to worship… Continue Reading