Troy ‘I’ll get it, Mom,’ Dex called out as he loped down the stairs. ‘If it’s Grandpa send him out to the backyard to keep an eye on the barbecue,’ his mother called back from the kitchen. ‘I said I’d do the barbecue.’ ‘I don’t want you doing anything on your last day here.’ Dex… Continue reading Troy

Dogs of War

It was October 2001 and it was dark. I don’t know why I was outside. I was in the backyard. Maybe I had seen the lights from inside and that drew me out because it was the lights I was looking at. I had never seen anything like it and I probably won’t again. Up… Continue reading Dogs of War